“Yes Sir, of course Sir.” Tammy said as she pulled her top down and I could just see the slight reflection of the spirals in her glasses.
Tammy and I had been neighbours in our condo building for a few years, and it had been obvious the day she’d moved in she was in the adult entertainment industry in some way. It had taken a half dozen conversation, and my obvious stares at her rack, before she admitted to it, and she was retired now having made her fortune online.
She still kept herself in good shape though, and she admitted after a few months that she had though about getting her implants taken out, and she probably would someday, but she was still quite happy with them for the time being and was in no rush.
I had of course hit on her, and she’d laughed it off, not cruelly, just in a fun short of way.
I’d let it go of course, I couldn’t blame her, I was twice her age and not in the best of shape. I’d taken my shot, and that was that.
At least until I saw her wearing the latest smart glasses three months ago. You couldn’t tell they were anything other than normal glasses if you didn’t know what to look for. I did, having been on the development team that had created the UI for them.
I knew all the ins and outs, including the vulnerabilities that we had to patch.
Of course most people don’t patch their devices very often, so it was only a matter of a few weeks before I connected to her smart glasses and found an unpatched vulnerability.
The rest was easy.
Like most people, she wore them almost all the time, providing me the perfect platform for the subliminal messages I had planned.
Now, getting a good look at her tits for the first time, any residual guilt I might have had evaporated. They were perfect; round, firm, and just begging to have a dick slide between them.
“What are you?” I asked.
“I am my tits Sir.”
“And what are your tits for?”
“My tits are for fucking Sir.”
“So what does that make you for?”
“It makes me for fucking Sir.”
“And who gets to fuck you?”
“You Sir. Only you Sir.”
“And why is that?”
“Because my tits belong to you Sir. I belong to you Sir.”
I nodded and then led Tammy into my bedroom where the spirals continued to hammer home the messages, even after they were covered in my cum.
