More modifications for April

As you sit on his couch, his housewife-turned-bimbo kneeling between your legs, it's clear what you want from Peter.

"I was just thinking that you should get some more procedures done on April," you say.

He leans back in his armchair and crosses his legs, looking his wife up and down. "Well, I'm sorry John, but I'm pretty happy with how she looks now. I don't want her looking too fake," he replies apologetically, shaking his head.

You think for a moment, considering your options. After all that's happened, you're reasonably certain of your level of dominance over Mike's family...at least where sex is concerned. Perhaps that's the problem? "Well, April's job is to please my sexual needs, right? To do that, she needs to look as slutty as possible," you say, rephrasing your request as a statement grounded in the context of your slut's duty towards you.

Peter strokes his chin, then begins to nod slowly. "Right, right...can't really argue with that. Well, if that's how you feel, I'll just go and call a friend of mine. He's got a nice little plastic surgery practice, and I'm sure he has the contacts for any other changes you might like to make to her. If I call in a favor or two, we can get started tomorrow." With that, he rises from his chair, making for the hallway as he pulls out his cell phone.

Well, that did the job. "Did you hear that, slut?" you say, petting her golden locks.

She looks back up at you lovingly. "I sure did, John. Just as you said, I'm your very own whore, so I should be customized to your preferences. If you want anything about me to be even the slightest bit different, you're more than welcome to change it. Don't let anybody say I'm not hospitable!" You wouldn't dare claim such a thing; not when you can still see your combined fluids dripping out of her pussy and her mouth.

She's yours to use, there's no doubt about that. The real question is...