05-04-2009, 07:28 AM
Silvia blushed, and Amy licked her lips after the kiss, curling up next to him, while Angela simply sat there. Why? Why had she been neglected? She had accepted him as her master from the start, she had been good, she had done everything he wanted her to do...why then was Silvia, even her clones, that much better than her? She then wondered why she cared, she was not the clone, they were. Angela sighed sadly and sat against the back of the bed. Silvia was more attractive than her anyways, so it was not a huge shocker. She would just wait for her master to fuck them, or her, or all at the same time, or for him to dispose of her like he had disposed of the defective Silvia. It was her fate, after all, to be a toy.
