All you had to do was talk to Respy. In any language known to man, including Old Latin, if you were some kind of monk.And if you want Respy to learn a...l about you, your work, your career, your personal this and that's, so she'd be more than just a sex toy, she'd be company, well, old chum, just talk to her. She's got a damn fine memory built into her.What does Respy look like? More correctly would be, whom does she look like? But an even more correct question, at this time, would be, whom will. ’ Thorne knew exactly what she’d been thinking. The connection they shared laid her every thought and feeling bare and he’d been hard as a rock since he’d taken her upstairs. He watched as she sat, checked the time on her cell phone and turned to him with a smile. ‘I’ll say good night.’ ‘Good night? Already? It’s only 8:30.’ ‘I know, but I don’t want to impose on your time.’ ‘It wouldn’t be an imposition, Thorne.’ His heart leaped in his chest and he took a breath, hoping that the warm feeling. Without saying a word she pulled him towards her by the band of his jeans. Now take your cock out, Daniel obliged by pulling his flies open, his cock limped out feebly but still a sizeable amount of flesh for such an un-engorged member.Wifey seemed to like the flacidness, she let it rest in her hand and winked at hubby, teasing his foreskin back she blew on the glans. Nothing not an inch gained! Hmm perplexed she was. She tried jerking on it licking it sticking her finger up his butthole,. “What about you?” Hanna asked.“Your Monsieur has already eaten. Now it’s time for me to serve the two ladies I love. The call that made me late for our session last night, would like to meet me in Central Park for an hour or so this afternoon. Is it okay that I go?”“Of course you can go, Jerry, though you and I do have plans for tonight. Now, why such a breakfast?” said Hanna.“To show my respect and my devotion to both of you, and to our rules, I chose to do this. A friend of mine has a French.