He’d found out that for a few extra bucks each month, the tech in charge of his Living Fuck Doll would adjust the implant in her abdomen so that it released just a little less of the chemical meant to keep her completely unconscious. It was just enough to make her moan and squeal a little while he drove his cock up her tight asshole. Cynthia might wake up from her tour in the Living Fuck Doll Program with a few hazy memories of being fucked hard and painfully, but it’d be chalked up as artificial memories generated during the wake-up cycle. He’d read that Living Fuck Doll Program was even considering lowering the dosage to make the women more responsive anyway.