You meet the new and improved Felicia

"Ohhh massster...," you hear pur from behind your closed bedroom door. Platform heels click across the wood floor of the hall, nearing your door.

Your semi-flacid cock stands to attention as the handle turns, the door swinging open to reveal the amazon figure of your new sex pet. Apparently the program had seen the cartoon woman as far taller than you had expected.

She ducks under the door frame and leans in, her breasts swaying under her despite the hugging embrace of the micro-bikini.

"Sorry you didn't have me to wake up to this morning."

Her body refuses to fit the outfit she's wearing. Only the smaller pair of breasts is somewhat actually covered, the erect nipples of her top pair simply push the material to the side. Her G-string is stretched to the limit, practically painted across her slit, a triangle of trimmed pink hair pointing to her covered snatch.

She pinches one of her exposed nipples, a dribble of milk rolling down the length,"I'll make it up to now if you want, massster..."

You manage a nod, your jaw nearly hitting the floor.

She smiles, giggling as steps past the threshold, closing the door behind her. A free hand travels down one side, crossing her wide hips to rub at her barely concealed pussy. A shiver runs up her tail as it sways back and forth befind her.

"Now then, massster," she lifts a breast and wraps her engorged lips around the nipple in a wet kiss, "how can I serve you this morning?"