“Mister Vickers? I’m confused.” >Of course you are, Mimi. You&rsquo
“Mister Vickers? I’m confused.” >Of course you are, Mimi. You’re a bimbo. “Huh?” >Never mind, Mimi. What confused you this time? “Huh? Oh! Oh, yeah, um…I was, like, taking a selfie with my phone and I pushed the wrong button. There was a calendar and it, like, said I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” >That’s silly, Mimi. The BTI people take care of all your medical needs, don’t they? That’s part of your benefits package. “Yeah, I know, but I started thinking, ever since my pre-hire physical, I’ve been really happy. But It’s like I do everything anyone tells me to do. Isn’t that weird?” >I don’t think it’s that weird. FiFi and ZsaZsa are the same way. You don’t think they’re weird, do you? “Oh god no! They’re the best! Mister Drummond took us to his house the other day and told us to make each other come! They’re the best!” >Well, then, it sounds like a good thing that you did what you were told. I doubt the three of you would have come up with that idea on your own. “Yeah, but, that’s the thing. I don’t think I used to like girls like that. And I think maybe the BTI doctors made me like girls. And I think maybe they made me like doing what I’m told.” >Well, Mimi, why don’t we try a little experiment. For the next hour, you’re in charge. Mimi is the decider. Mimi gets to choose what to do and what to wear and whether or not to get treatments from BTI. So, Miss Mimi. You’re the boss. What do you want to do? “Really? Gosh, I…I think….I think I want…to suck your dick, Mr. Vickers! Can I suck your dick, Sir?” >You’re in charge, Mimi. You don’t have to ask. “Oh! Oh right. Um, let me suck your dick, Mr. Vickers! And come in my mouth! And then… And then take me to BTI for a treatment, cuz all this choosing is exhausting!” >Whatever you say, Mimi. -- source link
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