For the next three days, I was to become Mrs. X's sex slave, or vice versa. Mrs. X wanted me to fuck her at every opportunity that I could get hard. I...was pretty sure that I could outlast her, so I was not worried. In fact, we had only talked for about 15 minutes when Mrs. X wanted her first roll with me in bed. I immediately acquiesced, and we adjourned to her bedroom. I suggested that it had been a hot ride in the taxi, so I needed a shower. Furthermore, I suggested that we get to know each. No one in that suburban neighborhood was ever awake at that time of night. And once in the safely of her own home, she realized that her ordeal was over. It was as if she was returning from a strange dream. Or had it been a nightmare?Despite her promise to Teresa, Mary was tempted to call the city police and make a complaint. But she was only tempted. When she thought of the unpleasant young man who'd taken her on the hood of his car, she wondered how many policemen might be of the same. I went down on Penny, then Sylvia. About halfway through I noticed that a crowd had gathered ‘round.Now you should have seen Penny. She has blonde hair and I think that’s why her and Grace get along so well. And she was a true blonde if you catch my meaning. Right now all that blonde hair, above and below, was wet and even wet it was still kind of curly. I had her lean against the shower wall as I tasted her. Her aroma wasn’t quite as strong as some others but was unmistakably Penny. I know I’d. She didn’t have much faith in her ability to find the right answers and even less in the ability of the two men to catch on with what was needed.Two of the fembots returned to the room pulling the collared captives Gerry and Mike along behind them on leashes. “Take off their gags and blindfolds,” Amanda said.Gerry started at the sound of Amanda’s voice. He was confused. Why was she here? Was she part of Chris’s plan to help them escape? Was she somehow in league with the fembots? He grunted.