He greedily sipped the tart tangy liquid as it flowed onto his tongue, face and fingers, grinding his face into her sweet honey pot. “Damn Pudding! ...I never seen a woman cum so wet.” In a daze she responded, “That’s never happened before.” Swain stood. Under the moonlight slick sticky juices shone on his face, dribbling down his pussy tickler goatee and onto his thick neck. “My turn,” was all he said when he unzipped his uniform pants. Destiny sat up to get a better look. Swain was proud of his. I know that your husband is not able to make you pregnant I wide open her leg with just one hard shot I put my penis all in her pussy she was crying please do it slow you’re so rude to me I am not call girl I laugh and said today on wards your mine I will fuck you whatever way I want start stroking fast she was aaahhha sound make me more happy she come with large amount her juice is coming from her count.My every stroke is make puch puch sound she was saying fuck me Sonu I am all your fuck me. . And then it dawned on me. The woman was a robot, one of the Personal Companion Androids. I checked her eyes, and the pupils, like the robots' on TV, were hexagonal. That's the best way of distinguishing a robot from human if you know where to look. So I owned a fembot, as well. Well, that's nice. Maybe she'd tell me something about my great-great-uncle? I looked around, searching for user manual. Then, I had little experience with androids, as they were mostly prized toys for the rich.The. A thirty-ish woman in a chef’s hat and coat was finishing up a platter of pickles, nuts, iced lemonade, and fruit. A short brunette girl, maybe 20, was dressed in a tight white leather miniskirt and the pale blue golf shirt that was dressing the cart they were going to take it up on.“Hi boss!” The brunette caused the chef to jump in surprise. “Hi mistress Hess.”“Yes, welcome, how can we--”“We’re here to intercept Rena’s room service.” Ellie cut off the chef with a smile. I didn’t see any.