..You can't just... say words tothese robots and have them do things. They need... eh... specialinstructions, called 'programming,' to do stuff. If ...ou want them tofight bad guys, to... do combat, then you need combat programming."Another pause. "And I don't have the right combat programming!"The ABCs shared a look amongst themselves, then Annabelle asked, "Whodoes?" Nobody! It doesn't exist anymore!" The Mistress sighed. "I used tohave... something? That might have worked?" She rubbed. I was once more at her mercy. Only that this time it was going to be two “of ‘em”. She connected the pissing tube and said, now keep quite and don’t make any sound. When Nancy arrives I will tell her that you are out running some errands and that you would join us later. I thought, now what kind of noise I can make with this gag on??. She left me there and I heard the door bell. They left and I was to wait . . . . . Did not have any other choice. I am pretty sure that they went to a. "You might want to sit on the toilet and clean up," he said.I looked down at my crotch, but from my angle there was nothing there toclean. I went into the bathroom and dabbed the outside of my vagina.There was a little bit of cum, but nothing that required that I sit onthe toilet for. I put my panties back and left the bathroom. My breastsfelt so sensitive and even the slight air moving across them from theceiling fan was a joy. I found my bra thrown on the other side of theroom and put it back. I booked a double bed room for the night and went to the room. We closed the door and hold each other very tightly as if we had met after a long time. We had No time to talk but to kiss. I was exploring her bodies. She was standing straight holding her hands behind my neck. I was pressing her ass, her boobs, her arms, legs, chiks. These kept on for more than 5 minutes and my penis was hard enough to hide.I started undressing her and within a minute she was totally nude in my arms. Her boobs.