 I watched helplessly as Susan kuntfu lost her kuntfu soul to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her kuntfu eyes, once so kuntfu sparkling with life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky like those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had kuntfu wanted so badly. What kuntfu she had been willing to do to never lose me. But in kuntfu attempting kuntfu to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse, which kuntfu never image could again give me the warmth of her kuntfu love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked of her. She was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot be programmed, a person can be programmed, but kuntfu humanity, true caring and love can only be imitated within kuntfu the limits of circuits and programming kuntfu. I kuntfu was suddenly very alone kuntfu in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not kuntfu only killed her kuntfu; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard and desecrated her corpse kuntfu. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought kuntfu this kuntfu beautiful abomination back kuntfu, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein kuntfu reanimated kuntfu her kuntfu corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I kuntfu remembered that she had wanted this, at least as much as I did. It was her kuntfu fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in her own kuntfu body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the image realities of kuntfu the "real kuntfu" world and the fantasy of fiction are not always the same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram kuntfu or alter it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick kuntfu selectively kuntfu which things to alter. Realistically such kuntfu technologies are still centuries away. So kuntfu REAL world robotization or chemical image mind control or kuntfu any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the kuntfu "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be mine kuntfu forever. Wanted to be kuntfu beautiful kuntfu forever. Wanted kuntfu to kuntfu be half human/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate kuntfu bondage kuntfu slave was one who was bound inside herself. A slave kuntfu in her own mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be kuntfu gone. We rationalized that some of kuntfu her would remain. Trapped in the kuntfu fantasy kuntfu. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully, blindly.
 But I have not seen the slightest hint that the kuntfu spark of kuntfu life remains. In all the years since, she is the sum kuntfu of her program and nothing more kuntfu. I have watched for kuntfu the slightest spontaneity. It is absent kuntfu. She remains perfect. And I remain a helpless master kuntfu. A slave kuntfu that maintains her image slavery. I can do nothing else. I am a image monster. The monster she begged me kuntfu to be. The lonely kuntfu monster outside of kuntfu society. The creature that kuntfu loathes itself. The thing that kuntfu must forever destroy kuntfu what it loves. Because it loves it and can do nothing else. Because it is... asked.
 It was funny how I kuntfu found only loneliness and despair in perfection. The thrill of the fantasy kuntfu , its novelty, soon wore off kuntfu. All things lose some "intensity" in time. I had done it all a dozen times. It simply got boring; doing all the thinking, the kuntfu planning, the fantasizing and arranging kuntfu, that we used to do kuntfu together. It got to be work kuntfu. An kuntfu effort. Having to cue every prompt kuntfu made me kuntfu more like a stage kuntfu director than a lover. And afterwards I kuntfu missed kuntfu the warmth of that satisfied cuddle. The simple kuntfu warmth of her body. A kuntfu few kuntfu words or sounds of actual REAL contentment. Most of the time now, she simply kuntfu stopped when the program did. Or worse went through the predictable motions I had arranged. Or the kuntfu limited repertoire kuntfu of simulated spontaneity.
Kuntfu ANNA'S Kuntfu RIDE
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Kuntfu The Kuntfu Academy: Part Videos One Kuntfu
XYZ About Comes Kuntfu Again
Enter Adult Kuntfu Education
Kuntfu Ahead Of The Kuntfu Game
Kuntfu Honeymoon
Kuntfu Maid Service
Kuntfu The Aerobics Kuntfu Class Kuntfu
Kuntfu Afterparty
Jpg A Bad Kuntfu Habit
A Kuntfu World Kuntfu Beyond Rome
Kuntfu Amazing Woman Kuntfu
Jock Kuntfu Strap Kuntfu
Kuntfu Milking Machines
Anal Kuntfu Princesses
Kuntfu ALLY MCBEAL
Kuntfu The Kuntfu Academy: Part Kuntfu One
Kuntfu Annals Of The Kuntfu Love Kuntfu Disease
Kuntfu Making Love
Kuntfu Executive Kuntfu Secretary Kuntfu
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