I don't try to counsel these clients. They are paying patrons as much as any other, and all of us here service them to the limit of our abilities. But...let me tell you that I would never have one as my owner, and likely no other 'bot here ever will either. I only hope that they leave here less angry than when they arrived, and feel they got good value for their credits.This just goes to how that we clearly serve other valuable functions beyond just sexual, since I don't feel either of the two. I was, I confess, a little intrigued by the way chitra often seemed to provoke the older woman into beating her. She would back talk and sass the old bitch in her language, then stand there while the cook would administer those angry blows. Finally, after a couple of years, I could keep quiet no longer. The beatings were becoming more frequent and with increasing brutality. The old Sikh would be pinching and twisting chitra’s nipples under her sari while slapping her in her tender areas and. .. I just don't trust 'em." JD did not respond and after a minute, Charles prodded, "Well? Think we can risk it? Dad?"JD tried to take a deep breath but the knot in his chest constricted and for a moment he could not breathe at all. He wheezed and coughed. His heart was pounding and his head spun. 'Oh Lord, please just take me.' He thought. After a while, he was able to get his breath back and he picked up the phone from where he dropped it. He could hear Elizabeth this time."You gonna be ok,. I have no heirs that I am aware of. I wish to sire one with you. I know it is quick though I need an answer soon.” The Count said.My mouth must have dropped open as I felt my vagina start to leak heavier. “You WHAT!?” Jumping up I slapped the Count square across the face heading for the door.My path was immediately blocked by both of the males, who had been seated. “You’re not going anywhere! Sit so the master can finish!” Both growled low at me like animals.“Cydnile, Triombus!” The Count.