Hoping that last night had just been a dream, but knowing it had been so real. She was a terrible woman for what she had done, not wanting to face her...nephew. She was quite relived to see his note saying that he had early football practice. Fixing coffee she took it outside and sat on the patio. The patio roof protecting her from the hot morning sun. . Sipping her coffee and thought about how wonderful it was sucking Joey's big cock. Even though it was so wrong, just the thought excited. When it came time for the humiliation of my Mistress peeing in my mouth, her pee went anywhere except where it was supposed to go. I was literally drenched and not in my mouth. Naturally, Samantha was embarrassed but she’s a very staunch young lady, let me tell you. To spare her embarrassment and to ensure she was in charge, I begged her forgiveness for my clumsiness and proceeded to lap up the mess on the vinyl floor.Over time whenever my Master gave me to his other slave to do with as she saw. Nothing truly rare, nothing I could claim was an eccentric hobby. Not that anyone would understand it anyway. I was still too ashamed to get a robot, not even a Robo Rover. Sure I had servant bots like everyone else. Keep 'm Clean, Mr. Handy, Green Thumb... The usual models. But no living dolls, certainly no AI Girl like this. Eventually my Ex gave away the collection to some neighborhood girls. She didn't understood. She just smiled when I complained about it afterwards. She seemed incapable. Rush of blood to the head now and I shouted: what number?442..I arrived at her door about 10 mins after. I’d delibrrated even going. This could compromise a lot, in so many ways! And why was she doing this? Subterfuge in order to smear my reputation..I weighed it up and concluded nothing beats actually knowing. I was going to know, and sooner than I’d imaginedShe opened the door to me, “come in”. The room was neat, tv on and a few magazines spread on the bed. She stood by her window briefly..