I took her boob in my mouth and started to suck at it, my dick going in and out of her pussy fast, we smooched for a few minutes exchanging saliva, sh... never stopped jumping on my dick and I could see how much she liked being fucked.She got up from my dick and then took hold of my hand making me walk behind her, the husband followed us and we went to their bedroom. There she got on bed on her fours and I came up behind her, rubbing my dick on her pussy. She said “chodo mujhe raja” (Fuck me, my. I sat and drank my coffee trying to think. There was a large mirror on the wall opposite and as I caught a glimpse of my reflection I was startled to see how feminine I already looked.My reflection fascinated me for a while. It was as if the was a girl looking back at me from the mirror and it was only when I moved by body slightly that I realised that the girl was me!When I had finished my coffee I went into the bathroom and took of the dressing gown, nightdress and panties. I studied my body. He slipped his hand into my panties and began to massage my rear end, my nipples grew hard and my pussy was instantly wet as my body responded to the memory of the way he felt inside me. His hand moved lower till he was almost touching my pussy, I pushed my ass out further hoping to feel his fingers against my moist lips. That’s when I woke up! I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. The feeling of the warm water on my body again reminded me of the shower. “Will you behave yourself?” she asked, thinking about the first law of robotics: A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.“Of course,” said the man who wasn’t a robot.“Will you do what I tell you to?” she asked, thinking about the second law of robotics: A robot must obey orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.“Within reason,” said the man with a real brain, instead of a positronic.