Actually all our conversations were recorded in the tape recorder, which she was unaware of. She gave me a condom and told me to wear it. I said that ...I do not know how to wear a condom but it was not the truth. I wanted her to put the condom for me and she had done just that. She pulled myself near her by pulling my cock and said how it is? In Rajini style. I said it is a new experience for me to be pulled in my cock. I used to talk a great deal while our sex experience because I want to record. The excitement of the dancing and the close sweating bodies of the male attendees had pushed her into premature stages of complete abandon, and she made no objection when the rude military man pushed up her gown in the back and secured a beachhead in her sensitive flanks. His hardness felt so good to her in her lonely world that she pushed back with her sweet cheeks and gobbled his cock up with her brown eye like a pawn captured en-passant using her sturdy hips to drain his dangerous dick with. Outdated, Jaesa rectified that with constant updates and algorithms to his programming. Secretly, she was adding small little changes to his entire programming, which would slowly make him self-aware.It was a little deceptive, but it was a deception that she believed necessary. Though Jaesa enjoyed his company when they interacted in the ship’s mainframe, she wanted more than a simple interaction. She wanted a fellow AI that she could banter and converse with, as the one flaw with organic. He had just lost a major account, the storm to the north had closed the highways, and now the motel had put him in a room with a view of the mall and its parking lot. "Son of a bitch" he mumbled. It was 6:30. He was tired, depressed, and hungry. The first fat, wet, snowflakes had just begun to fall. With a deep sigh, he realized that he would just have to make the best of it. Don Smith parked the car in front of Room 169, reached across the front seat, grabbed his briefcase, and slowly eased.