Femdom and girl-training subroutines." She entered the information into the terminal as he spoke. "All right. Here's the picture." She spun around the... monitor so Mr. Smith could see. "She's already being processed, and we can have her trained and programmed in a week." The picture showed that the robot was a blonde, with straight, flowing hair that hung just below her shoulders. Her breasts were a wonderful 40-D, and she had a full figure to match. Her eyes were blue. She was a statuesque 5. Mike was quick to that and made sure it was on the way fast! We said our goodbyes to friends that we were going to go crash. We headed outside, hopped in the Uber and headed back to my place. Once we got there, we casually walked in the front door and as soon as it was closed, we both immediately rushed to take our clothes off.This time, different from the other times, it was Mike’s cock that was rock hard, and mine that wasn’t quite there yet. I was glad to see it, and still in the foyer of my. But we’ll get to me later on. So, I made a plan, well an outline, I had an idea of how to do it. It was tricky cause I didn’t want her to know. I mean, she could have known, I had heard about people volunteering to be marked, but I had no idea how I was supposed to broach the subject with a total stranger. So, I went for top secret route. She had no idea when it happened. It’s not a complicated thing. I mean, if this was a movie, there would have been some special effects, I would have probably. I was six months gone, and lying in bed, a late morning rise, as I was having some me-time with my Lelo toy, thinking about my past encounters when the doorbell rang.I was annoyed, as you might expect, in the middle of a mental gang banging and feeling the climax approaching. I swung my legs out of bed and it rang again, causing my to shout, "I'm coming", as I pulled on a pair of my husband's old pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt and thundered to the front door, with my tits and ass swinging in both.