I must have grimaced, because he laughed at me. "It gets better as you drink more," he told me. Then, he looked at me with a foxlike expression. "Woul... you like one of your own?" "I would hate to waste it," I told him. "Would you share yours?" "It would be a pleasure." Every time I wet my lips on the glass, he took a swallow. By the time dinner was served, he had finished his tumbler and poured himself another. He walked me to the dining room table when dinner was ready and put a hand on my. Janet knelt and held my cock and then she licked it, long and slow. All the way down the shaft I could feel her hot, slightly coarse, tongue.My body was on fire from lust and anticipation, but Janet was far from finished with tormenting me. Grasping my cock with her small hands she began to slide them up and down its length, pulling and twisting the skin and then putting the head into her furnace of a mouth.She had to have several attempts before she managed to get her mouth full of my cock,. And it was a defining moment in more than one way.First I experienced an owner who cared enough for his fembot to be the enabler for what she couldn't yet do on her own. It showed me how in a perfect world 'bots and owners could interact to the benefit of each other.Second, it was my first experience in watching a 'bot being asked what she wanted. Nobody had ever cared what I wanted before. Even if this fembot couldn't yet act on her own wishes, she was able to create them and verbalize them to. “He’d have you on your knees begging for more.” Little did Alan know just how prophetic he was.Alan had often said how much he’d like to see me being fucked by another man. I’d never thought he was serious before and always laughed it off. Even though he never said, I think he was envisioning me fucking Jamal. However, when Alan said he’d get a pack of condoms to have handy, he had me worried.I’m thirty-five with two children. We’d been married.