She had enjoyed sex with him, but she was never going to ask for it.“No,” she said. “The man invites the woman. The woman chooses whether to say... yes or no.”“Is it terribly selfish of me, then, to say that I’m inviting you to repeat what we did after the dance?”“I’d have been seriously insulted if you hadn’t.”“I’m assuming that tomorrow night isn’t possible,” he said.“Correctly.”“Then, Dr. Thibault, might I have the pleasure of your company for dinner three days from tonight, beginning a few. She knew how attractive naked flesh was to him. How stimulating. He couldn't touch. She would massage the lips of her cunt and spread them to reveal that delicate flower that made him powerless, but he couldn't touch. She would take her hand and turn his foot over so she could rub her clitoris, that flower, on his toe. But all he could do would be to imagine what he would do. He was tied down. Judy would spread her lips with both hands to rub her clit, and gradually slip one finger in her. About her, she was not extraordinary at her looks, bit chubby and of course not fat. I can see a tadpole belly popping out of her black kurtis and blue jeans.After driving for a while we reached her place and the place was out of imagination. I should admit that her husband a really rich guy to do those interiors in such a way. I asked her that how did she trusted a online person for a intimate therapy and she replied in a sarcastic tone as she have her husband also and no issues with that,. True, a fembot never has a headache, doesn't have a gag reflex, is ready and willing to have sex at the guy's slightest whim, and does all the chores and cooking without expecting any help. But it was still a machine. Plus, a fembot cost about $50 grand--way out of his price range, even though they've come down in price from the six figures they went for just a few years ago. If he had the cash, he might buy a fembot just to do the work around the house and not to fuck, but he had to be careful.