Give me an all night stake-out in a hash house with old coffee and greasy food any day! And I was in the shade of the building, so the sun would not h...lp to dry me off.I managed to inch myself through the bushes to be close to the open office window. The voices inside were low and in German, but I had been brushing up on my German to piece together what they were saying. "Das Unterseeboot kommt auf Samstag Nacht an. Stellen Sie sicher, daß die Feuerwerke bereit sind. Da üblich wir weg von den. "Although I would have liked to have had Samuel as my official owner. I just wasn't wise enough at the time to know how to pursue it properly. In those days there was little enough knowledge or guidance for any robot on establishing a quasi-equal relationship with any human. And even to this day, so many 'bot/human relationships were failing due to First Owner Syndrome." You mean where our first owner has trouble in seeing us as more than an obedient machine, and considers self-awareness a. She looked up, astonished to find the gladiator posed above her stroking his cock. She gasped and backed away from him only to be met by the hard wall. He was very very dirty, his honey hair was mussed, and he smelled of sweat and sun. He scooted closer, taking in her white cotton dress, and her frightened face. Although she wasn't a flat out beauty, she was daintily pretty and cute in a disturbingly innocent way. She had a pale face with huge brown eyes, long thick black lashes, fairly faint. Max slapped her breasts hard. First one then the other. Again and agani and again. They slowly turned pinker and pinker until they were red and the girl was crying openly now. But still she didn't ask them to stop and her pussy was wet. To be honest she was so wet her thighs were wet, the bed was wet, and her ass crack was wet. The men would take advantage of that. Mark took the flogger and beat at her stomach and breasts for a while before he turned it around and rammed the wooden handle into.