“You don’t have to do that,” I said.“I want to. I like sucking you.”I tried to hide my growing apprehension. I honestly didn’t know if I�...�d even be able to get an erection.She reached down and grasped my limp manhood.I felt a moment of panic when I realized I couldn’t simply pull her hand off me—not without answering some difficult questions.When she began sliding down my body, dread welled up within me. She threw her leg over mine and then settled between my thighs. I was still completely limp. He, in fact, is an android.Up until this point, Michael had assumed that his entire life was real. He had a good job, a loving girlfriend, and good friends. But who was to tell him how much of it was real?Waking up that fateful day, Michael discovered something which was absolutely real to him. He was vulnerable.Being exposed was no great comfort to him. The fact his friend took advantage of him, and violated him; angered him immensely.But, Michael struggled to come to grips with who, and what. I rock my hips in the hope that he’ll finger me with his long fingers. However, he’s content to massage my aching clit. Our tub mates stirs. She stands up, her top still miraculously hanging on. Wishes us a good night and leaves. Hubby doesn’t miss a beat, never letting up on my clit as we speak with her. I try to keep my composure. I’m sure she can’t see his hand between my legs with the swirling of all the bubbles and jets; though I wish she did see me & my bare pussy. Once she is gone and. Suddenly, the man who had smiled at me, asked if I would like to go to a quieter place to talk, as the music was so loud. The twinkle in his eyes made me say yes, but my heart was screaming no.As we walked through the house, we came to a long hallway that was lined on both sides with doors. we came to the second door, and he turned the handle and we walked in. Fear gripped me as i saw the four poster bed, and the tray with champagne and 2 glasses. He must have felt me tense, because he turned.