She was a lesbian. The drugs were making Erica affectionate, and she kept pressing her body up against Laura’s. Laura couldn’t believe her bad luck. She closed her eyes. “Please don’t fuck me,” she said, choking on a sob. Her conditioning had helped her. That would have been bad enough by itself, but Laura had to do more. “Thank you,” she said in a squeaky voice. This was the path she had chosen for herself when she had first gotten breast augmentation – to be a sex doll for her daddy and for whoever else wanted to use her. And again. It covered Erica’s medium-sized tits, but it left the skin between them wholly exposed, and each movement threatened to pull it back from her breasts and bare them to the world. She liked the cumshots. “Look, since you love cocks so much, I’ve put cocks on all the chairs for you.”
“No…” protested Erica.
