She seemed to catch a look at my hard cock. Bob was still pounding my wife’s pussy and after what seemed like a very long time (but was probably onl...y a few seconds) she tried to push him off. However he must have been past the point of no return, as he grabbed her waist tightly. He was directly in front of us, Margaret and I just stood there unable to move, staring at his pulsating balls while he unloaded spurt after spurt of his pregnatious seed deep into my wife's unprotected pussy.When he. In a last desperate move to save her mind I used my magnetics power to induce a current in the wires leading to her main processing unit just to keep her brain alive. It worked just well enough to buy me the time to do makeshift repairs to the power connections. She would be all right, but it had been very close. I carried my gravely wounded metal companion back to my bag and left her in sleep mode till I could make more permanent repairs.I was in a rage. Tara had tried to kill my Kittybot, my. It was a ball gag, but it was a hood too. I buckled the gag in her mouth, then pulled the face part up. It had an opening for her button nose and then came up and went over her head. It had an opening on the top that I pulled her hair through, like a devilish ponytail. Then, I zippered it into place. I manhandled her onto my toy. I strapped her legs onto it first as I laid her over it. Her knees were strapped to the bottom pad, as were her ankles. A strap went across her middle holding her back. She felt lonely most of the times. It had been hard to make new friends. She missed Rebecca so much. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard someone knocking on her door. She groaned as she stood up with her blond hair in a mess and her face without a touch of makeup. It was almost noon and she was still in her pajamas."Gabriel?" She asked opening the door seeing the tall handsome gentleman standing there with flowers."Yes. It's me. Please don't slam the door on my face."Amber eyed him.