She covered her chest with her arms. The cold air was arousing her, much to her own embarrassment. She gulped and slowly pulled her jeans down to her ...ankles and kicked them off before folding them and putting them in her bag. Her panties were now out the open. These were no normal panties though since these were her favorite. It was embarrassing that she still had favorite panties but they were so soft and warm. They were also a bright pink with a red heart on the crotch and “slap here for. Do you cum a lot? Do you eat your own cum? Do you jerk your cock with another guy" She started getting more aggressive as she asked. I said "Yeah i usually cum a lot about 4 strings of cum. I've ate my own cum before but not consistently and yes I've jerked off with another guy but also not every time. I usually like dirty talk to get me in the mood" I said while challenging her. She said "Oh really? Interesting. How big is your dick" By this time it was pretty obvious it wasn't just a therapy. While the same might be said of humans, few of them seem to think of themselves in this manner.As with so many other things robotic, humans show no indication of concern, or even understanding, of true robot distress. The only thing they have ever given us to mitigate these fears is the upgraded Third Law that better allows us to try and take care of ourselves. At least that's something.EventsAfter five years, Darlene's power cell was near exhaustion. Over that time her computer-precise mind. ’ ‘No, not that. It was just the thrill of unprotected sex with a gorgeous woman.’ ‘Did you share that thought with me? I was there for a fuck, and you were trying to get me pregnant. How do you think I should feel about that?’ The word pregnant was turning me on, but I kept his buildup going, not letting go the tension. ‘That was our first time, I couldn’t tell you something like that. How would that sound, asking a married woman for a fuck is a lot different from asking to get her pregnant.’.