I built her myself," I placed my artificial cat gently on the table."Wow, she's so shiny! What do the lights mean?" I'm not sure. She makes them up he...rself. She has her own neural network and self configuring hardware, so she does what she wants." So, is she alive then?" Well, depends what you mean. She can react to her environment, and can certainly seem alive. But then it's surprisingly easy to make something seem alive just with a small amount of programming. You can make simple facsimiles. The upside of all this was, I had never in my life ever felt this well fucked or wanted. I felt John pulling me down to him. As I came down I leaned forward and our mouths met, we kissed passionately. I was losing myself in the pleasure that I was having going up and down on his huge cock in me.I felt a finger touching my asshole, and then a finger slowly and gently being inserted into me. It did not hurt or even feel uncomfortable. After a while I felt a second finger being worked into me. It. ”“What?” she asked incredulously.Both Crowley and Bullfinch flashed their badges and made somber statements about the need for everybody to keep their mouths shut about what they might see or hear during my treatment. The nurse immediately grabbed the night ER resident and pulled him into the bay. It was decided to limit my initial treatment to the doctor and two nurses. Bullfinch went out into the hallway and began calling into Command and the onsite commander, Hank Jenkins. Crowley stayed in. I remember that was the only time I ever saw you struggle with what you were doing to me – the only time I ever heard remorse in your voice – and the last time you said that you were sorry.I was asleep when you started. I don’t know what time of night it was or how you got there, but I woke to your hands rubbing my stomach. My nighty was pulled up just enough for you hand to roam between my rib cage and panties. I could barely see in the dark room, but I knew it was you. Your hands were rough.