He was so hard himself, and he could feel his breathing getting heavier. A sudden experimental urge took over him, as he felt the robot's cock head an... shaft. The dark bluemushroomhead had no foreskin, but he could feel a small slit at the tip. It was so slipperly and wet. Oil? Grease? It smelled different. New. Unlike anything max smelled before.The robot then got up and took hold of max. It gently ripped off max's vest, shorts and underwear, exposing his cute boy-body. Atom then wrapped his. They lived in a house near Highbury and I arranged to travel up on the Sunday as I started the course on the Monday. I got to their house around 3 and was introduced to a lovely lady called Pam.Her husband Brian wasn't in and so I had a cup of tea with Pam and just chatted. She showed me my room which was lovely though very chintz but did have a nice double bed. Pam was like a normal 50+lady of the day. Skirt, blouse, cashmere cardie and pearls. We had a Sunday tea together but still no Brian. "Is anyone else supposed to be out there?" he demanded."No, just us," the frightened man responded."Shit. Saddle up boys. We've got a witness to take care of. One of you is going to earn a silver notch today." You," he pointed to the less experienced guard, a large black man from Alabama that had recently joined the company, "take one of the work trucks." And you! Take the Jeep, but don't fucking scratch it," Max pointed at the other guard, a seasoned veteran. The stocky red haired man carrying. I stand at the entrance to the living room and just stare at you. Your short hair is now dry from the shower. You eat the food voraciously, watching the sports centre intently. The comforter is around your legs, the t-shirt you have on is a little small in the sleeves and shows off your muscular arms. I sit beside you and set your scotch on the table. ‘perfect’ you say as you take a drink from the glass. You finish your supper and scotch, and scoot back on the couch. You put your arm around.