We went into the kitchen and Mr. Franks made breakfast. We all ate, then Jeff and I went up stairs to put on our swimsuits on. We swam for a while, go...t out and took our showers. While Jeff was taking his, Mr. Franks came up stairs. He told me to take off my swim pants. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. He came to me, and rubbed my dick. I started getting hard again and he took my dick in his fingers. He stroked me a few minutes, then told me to get ready for my shower. Jeff came out. By now we had turned those two phone calls into a semi- regular part of our sex lives. I kept wondering, “Will he ever call back?” And how would she react if the mystery voice did place a third phone call to her? Would she spend time playing along with him on the phone again? And if so, would she be playing along to get new material for our “wrong number sex game” or just for her own personal enjoyment? Or would she quickly hang up and then block him forever? As far as I know, he never called. Her nightie”s top hook was open and unaware of it, she bend down to wipe. More than a quarter of her breasts were visible inside the bra and I couldn”t take my eyes off it. After a short while she saw my eyes on her bust and she suddenly withdraw back and turned to put on the hooks. I was embarrassed but didn”t want her to feel know it. Gathering some courage, I told her it is okay anyway, because they were beautiful and are inviting to be looked at. It is just that anybody, given a chance. Was the robot intelligence learning more about her through this? Was she giving away the crown jewels by even thinking these thoughts or was she just being silly and irrational? Funny she never ever considered herself irrational before, she was an acclaimed academic. Yet more and more she felt stupid and paranoid. She was confused and sometimes she was the maid and sometimes she was the mistress, and yet never in charge. Her kind drifted back to the past. Ellie had entered the room at the.