I immediately scream in pain as her mushroom head forced its way passed the initial entry, she grabbed my other leg up before applying her weight. I ...looked down, her soda can size cock was slowly disappearing, I squirmed feeling like I was going to rip apart. “stop, stop, it hurts, stop!” I shouted. Everyone ignored me, her cock forcing it’s way further in, she pulled out before pushing back in. Sharp waves of pain shot through me; I blacked out briefly from the pain before coming to. I. The voice of the robot was Jack Nicholson. It was eerie to have the robot voice say, "The next set up is RhUs1-12," or whatever Don's method of scene identity he had programmed into the robots."Don would move us around to the appropriate pose and then Don would say, 'Action' and the robots and cameras would shoot the scene.We did this for about forty-five minutes. We were required to hustle from pose to pose, so there seemed little time to become steamed up and aroused. Then the robots stopped,. We'll go to the Bel-Ray and dance through an entire set, guaranteed. She started using her hand and mouth in syncopation. I never last long that way.She stopped again. "Do we have enough bourbon? I want two drinks while I'm in the tub."I needed to think about that. I'm not into necrophilia. Two drinks is usually enough to almost put her to sleep. If we go out somewhere, she never has more than one drink. There are times when you appreciate a cheap date and times when you don't. I didn't have. Her eyes blurred with tears, shut tight to keep out any liberated mascara, were blind to the advances of the ebony ooze. The creature was so soft and gentle she didn’t feel it, at first, when it reached her skin. Soon, however, she could feel something dripping between her heavy breasts, something cool and soothing, but more importantly something moving. Startled, her eyes shot open to see the inky mess pouring into her cleavage and spreading out around her globes. Panicked, she dove her hand.