"What is..." And I knew. He'd gone off without me.I began to cry in disappointment. I felt terrible. My makeup was smeared--I just knew it. Mascara tr...cks ran down my face--I could see them without the aid of a mirror. Two, no make that three zits appeared without warning on my previously perfect complexion.My life was a disaster.Then I heard Crotch sobbing.Glancing up through tear filled eyes I saw him bent over, pounding his well... crotch with his fist."Crotch, don't," I said, "You'll hurt. She didn’t really have much of an idea about what to do next and while she thought herself a fairly self determined woman who liked to get her own way, she had never taken a dominant role sexually. Even so, she knew that was exactly what was going to be needed here.Perhaps, she thought, I can convince the fembots that I should take Gerry and Mike for “further training” or something similar or perhaps I can get them to demonstrate that they are fully trained and so can be released. The. ” She nodded, never taking her eyes off the girl on the screen. The girl’s thighs were shaking through another orgasm, her body coated in a sheen of sweat. “Oh!” she cried, her fingers moving faster. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” she whispered harshly, no longer caring if anyone saw from the hallway, she needed this so badly, she needed to cum, needed the release…she teetered on the edge, riding that tingling swell of pleasure radiating from her wet center. His voice, commanding and deep, whispered. About this time, the man looks up and sees the photojournalist snapping away at the window. She steps back behind a bush and looks confused and afraid. She turns to leave and comes face to face with the man, now wrapped in a red satin robe. They talk and we find out his name is Jack. At this point, I retreat to the kitchen to get my steak. I pull it out from under the broiler and deeply inhale the wonderful aroma. Now, my mouth is really watering. I place the meat on a plate and pick up my.