Second worst

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The worst thing about being trapped in a robotic sex doll by my scheming ex wife must be the sexual humiliation. Being forced to indulge the perverted fantasies her and her new lover dream up. 

 The fact that I'm also expected to do chores while looking like a fetish model runs a close second though!

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