I had a robot to do that for me. Lifting things was for robotless peasants. Ah, there we go. I reached behind its ear and fumbled for a small button, ...pressed it, and waited.A chipper four-note melody played. Its eyelids opened, revealing a pair of cyan eyes with glowing, blue rings around the iris, an obvious signal to any observer that their owner wasn’t human. They focused on me, and it sat up slowly. “Greetings,” it intoned in a soft voice, tinted with a Transatlantic accent. “I am your new. “We were cut short last time weren't we?” Laura asked. “I kinda feel bad for not seeing you in so long after what I promised you… and I wouldn't want any tan-lines. Would I?” I looked up at her as she reached behind her head to untie her bikini top. The strings fell over her body but the top remained, held in place by her perky tits. She grabbed the top and pulled it over her head revealing her perfect B-cup tits to the warm sun. Her nipples were light pink and hard. She cupped her tits, one in. “Ok,” I said, “it looks like everything is working the way it’s supposed to. How did that feel? Any pain? Any discomfort?”“Omigod, that was the best feeling I have ever had. Much better than when I jack off myself. When can I come back for another exam?”“Why don’t you schedule a second follow-up in a couple of weeks just to make sure there are no problems,” I said as I gave him a wink. On another occasion I was giving a routine genital exam to a really good looking man of about 45. As usual my. Daddy smelled of lime and spice. His beard was trimmed short and neat. Little One loved the feel of his beard against her cheek. Little One’s finger began to circle her clitoris. She dipped into her vagina to moisten the tip and went back to gently rub her sensitive spot. The scent of Daddy’s cologne filled her mind again as she rubbed harder and faster. Her arms were around his neck again, his strong hands pressing her breasts against his chest, her feet off the floor. Daddy’s blue eyes were.