”“That’s right,” she said as she slowly parted my cheeks and began to run her finger down in between them.I pulled in a deep breath, not knowi...ng what was about to happen.She paused once her finger touched my backdoor.“Who owns you again?”“You do mistress,” I answered.She tapped her fingernail directly on my spot, causing me to jump in my chains.“And how much of you do I own baby?” she asked again.“All of me mistress. All of me,” I repeated.“Mmmm,” she murmured and then I felt her hands, now wet. Only for a few seconds, though, as another pair of lips—Annabelle's—came down to make out with her. Annabelle's kiss only lasted a moment, before she pulled away, looked into her eyes and said, "She gonna make you cum?"Elizabeth didn't answer. Not with words, at least. She resumed her noises of pleasure, still looking into Annabelle's eyes. "C'mon, Charlotte," Annabelle commanded, "fuck her some more. She needs to cum."Charlotte raised herself up on her hands and looked down into Elizabeth's. I could also have dug the .38 out of my duffel bag, if I felt that I needed more fire power.I looked out the peep hole, stuck the pistol in my pocket so quickly I might have shot myself, had the derringer's springs not been so stiff. I threw open the door and dragged the man standing in the hall inside and kissed him passionately. Who said robots couldn't feel anything. My little servo motors just sang with joy."Irish what the fuck are you doing here," I said. "Fuck it, never mind just get your. One very loooooong drawn out shift later, only made slightly better by catching your colleague naked in the changing rooms, and your were home and as your husband and daughter were out to the cinema you thought you'd catch up on some much-needed kip.The down side to afternoon kipping is that it does tend to leave you wide awake come bedtime, and seen as your husband had no trouble falling into a deep sleep, as usual, you decided it was a fine opportunity to watch a bit of porn and get yourself.