I watched helplessly as black Susan lost black her soul black to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her round eyes blackwomensex-roundandbrown, once blackwomensex-roundandbrown so blackwomensex-roundandbrown sparkling black with black life and joy black and yes...love turn pale women and milky like those round of a dead fish in a - meat market. This was what I had wanted so badly blackwomensex-roundandbrown. What she had been willing to do pictures to never black lose me. But in attempting blackwomensex-roundandbrown to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated and silver corpse, which never could again pictures give me the warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She brown was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked pictures of her. She was after women all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot be programmed, a pictures person can be programmed, but humanity, true blackwomensex-roundandbrown caring and love can only be imitated brown within the limits of circuits and programming. I brown was black suddenly very alone in blackwomensex-roundandbrown the perfect relationship. And black as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not only killed her; but like black some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet and I black had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back round, and like some fetishistic - Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to pictures fulfill blackwomensex-roundandbrown my demented women needs . As she had demanded I blackwomensex-roundandbrown do. I remembered that she had wanted this, at blackwomensex-roundandbrown least as much as I did. It was women her fantasy - too black. To be blackwomensex-roundandbrown powerless, helpless in her own body black, a black mindless ever ready blackwomensex-roundandbrown toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the black realities of the "real" world and the fantasy black of fiction black are not always the same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter women it isn't so specific black a process at our current level of technology as to be women able to pick pictures selectively which blackwomensex-roundandbrown things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL black world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be mine forever. Wanted blackwomensex-roundandbrown to be black beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage blackwomensex-roundandbrown slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave in her own black mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized pictures that some of her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly.
But I have not blackwomensex-roundandbrown seen the slightest hint that the spark of life pictures remains. In - all the sex years since pictures, she is the sum women of her program and nothing more. I have watched for the slightest spontaneity women. It is absent. She remains perfect. And blackwomensex-roundandbrown I remain a helpless black master . A slave that maintains her slavery black. I can black do nothing else black. I am women a monster. The monster she begged me to blackwomensex-roundandbrown be. The lonely monster blackwomensex-roundandbrown outside of society women. The creature that loathes itself. The thing that must forever destroy what it loves. Because it black loves it and can do women nothing else. Because it black is... asked.
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