‘Well well, they even talk just like us don’t they?’ ‘It’s a disguise, you idiot. Outcasts. Two this morning – two more for a bonus.’ H... reaches down for Maraldi’s shoulder – big mistake. Without a moment’s grace, Maraldi has the Marshal’s arm twisted behind his back, struggling grunts of pain as he pushes him into his partner, rising to help but only to fall back into the table and onto the floor. Now’s our chance. I grab my trench coat and lead us out of the tavern – I should have tipped. It could have been Samuel's, if he'd taken what I tried so hard to give him. I'm still not sure if he made the right — or wrong — decision in this regard, although I can't complain about the outcome of it. Had he taken Ownership then when I'd offered it, I would have suffered as Anna did when she first lost Bill. A surprising number of robots haven't survived the loss of a close owner. And this during times when it was still claimed that robots have no real emotions! How stupid humans can. I reach your breasts, lightly massaging I kiss them, alternating between one and the other. I kiss, nibble and lightly bite you, before resuming my slow upward motion, higher, above your chest, along the name of your neck, until I reach your lipsYou kiss me back, hard, fierce, almost insatiable with such lust. Your eyes are burning with desire. You want more, endless amounts of ecstasy. Between kisses, you undo the buttons of my shirt and remove it. We resume our kissing, our chests press. Cum for your mother, Brett. Cum for Mommy," she said stroking him a little harder and a little faster.# # #He stared down at his cock before staring up at his mother and before staring at the impressions her big tits made in her blouse and bra."Yes, please, Mother. I want to cum," he said while watching his mother stroke him a little faster and a little harder. "Oh, my God. Please don't stop, Mom. Please don't stop. That feels so good. I want to cum. I really need to cum. Only..." he said as if.