"You called earlier today, right?" Yeah." OK. I have someone open for you, Ms. Stanford. Prissy? Your appointment is here!"Mincing forward in the hubb...b of the shop was a guy in girl's clothing, or at least that was the impression that came across. Prissy had big sausage curls in her jet black hair, and her make-up seemed strangely vampish, especially when you consider that she was wearing a cute pink belly shirt, a matching pink pleated skirt, pink knee-highs and a black pair of Mary Janes.. I went and opened the door and the usual thing – one friend of my uncle and one more man (whom I don’t know) were there with my wife naked.That man was fucking her like a bitch while Om was sitting on the sofa and discussing something while smoking a cigarette. They looked at me and took out his cock out of my wife’s choot like he got scared. Then my wife realized that I was there and she gave me a low smile. The man looked towards Om and he said, “are kuch na chod le” (don’t worry, just fuck).. O got a break and came over to say hello. I complimented her about her crew and she told me how good they were. It was nice to have someone brag on their employees rather than on themselves. As I got up to leave I reminded her that I hadn't forgotten about the two of us opening early some Saturday. She gave me a big smile and told me anytime I wanted her to stay late or come in early to just call, for you, I'm always available! This keeps up; I'm going to have to grow a spare dick!I did a walk. If only...! Ah, I am off topic. This is the part of the story where you come in. Ahem." The doctor cleared his throat, as though the part he was coming to would be harder to explain."Dr. Delila Dolly, a hopeless degenerate scientist focused on the applications of robotics for perverse homosexual pleasure, created a series of eight dangerous 'Robot Mistresses' to take over the world! Can you believe it? She even tricked me into cooperating and providing the weapon systems, then left me to rot!.