Aiko wondered why the aliens were naked, maybe they didn't wear clothes. In a way she was glad they were naked for she thought they were actually quit... attractive despite their strange color.As Aiko lay there on the table strapped down and exposed the aliens were grouped together against one wall of the room she was in. They talked together in soft, high pitched voices, the male voices seeming the same as the female, and of course Aiko could not understand a single word of their alien. “Nice and gently,” soothed Matt.“Where are you folks headed?” he asked politely once we had pulled over.“We thought we’ll try camping in the desert,” said Jerry sounding very calm.I noticed his eyes were lingering on my exposed thighs and only-partly concealed bust more than Jerry’s driver’s licence. Within five minutes, we were off again after the cop had checked in and found nothing wrong.“That was good, folks,” said Matt with a sigh.“Look, we can drop you at the next town and we won’t say. He turned to the guy on his left and said, "Deal," and we went back to playing poker.By the time Darla and Evelyn got back, we were beyond blowjobs; one of the guys had Cheryl bent over a couch arm and was putting the meat to her and a fuck from Luz was on the table in the current pot. Darla looked around and shrugged and came and sat on my lap. "Did you miss us, Donnie?" Yeah," I admitted, pondering the pair of tens I had working and wondering if drawing three told everyone too much. "What. I removed the top of the box and struggled with the styrofoam insert, finally removing it and getting my first look at my new robot.It lay inside its styrofoam sarcophagus, eyes closed, wearing a stereotypical butler’s uniform, looking exactly like a sleeping man. It was tall, easily over six feet, and broad-chested. I noted with approval that he somewhat resembled a favorite author of mine: Thomas Winston, a handsome man with untameable, dark hair, a strong jaw, and a smile that made me melt.