.programmed to givepleasure.....but wait that's not me.....I'm.....what am I?YOU ARE FEMBOT 69....FANTASY SHEMALE....PROGRAMMED TO PLEASURE YOURSUPERI...RS.But I'm not I'm....was a man.....admittedly a quite pathetic man but!RE-INITIATE.....FEMBOT 69.....MASTER CODE....SISSY69......OPERATORMISTRESS DESIRE...STATE DIRECTIVES...I am FEMBOT69....pleasure slave owned by Mistress Desire. My directivesare to obey my superiors and give pleasure to my superiors.I open my eyes and look around. Across from. It was one of those ‘knowing’ smiles meaning that she knew what I was thinking as I sat there admiring Dakota. I glanced across the jet at Mr. Jaxson and saw him smiling also.“Mr. Jaxson, I feel silly calling you and your lovely wife Mr. and Mrs. May I know your first names?” Jill asked breaking the ice.“Sure, my dear. My husband is Robert, but please call him Bob. I’m Melanie, but please call me Mel.” Melanie said to us.I decided to speak up, “Bob, you were going to tell me what you found out. Gladys went quiet and I thought I'd blown it, I was terrified, what if she told my Mum? or worse, my Dad. She glanced over her shoulder towards the back door and I thought I was dead, I thought she was looking for her husband and I was about to get my ass kicked. She must have seen the misery on my face as she laughed and told me her husband would be home soon but why didnt I come round tomorrow at lunchtime to do some more work on my plane? I couldnt believe it, was this woman inviting me. “I am but a humble servant, by the name of Eyarra. It deeply pleases me to find that the Lord is such a caring person. Perhaps if you wish, we could get to know each other better?”The tone did not escape him. He wondered what brought it out, from a woman he didn’t even know. This time rather than changing the topic he just ignored her. The hallway they were in was very long, and they had passed several doors, and even a spiraling staircase that travelled both up and down, but eventually they.