I took it home immediately. My hands were sweaty as I set it into the "cup holder" on my computer. The last couple of days had been a sensuous torture...for me. Suzanne got in around two thirty. She had on a tight red stretch fabric dress on. Nothing else. Her nipples pressed proudly against the material. I watched through my semi closed eyes as she pulled the dress up and over he head. I couldn't see any bruising in the light seeping in from the bathroom, but she was stark naked under the very. To complete the explanation of this admittedly murky area, you can command me to walk across the room through my remote. And obviously I can refuse that command, albeit sometimes with a considerable struggle. If I was only able to exercise my free-will in the absence of direct commands to the contrary, that freedom would have been most severely limited. Initially this is the case for most newly aware robots.A fully self-willed fembot, however, can inspect and discard any received command she. Her blouse came off with only a little trouble and I turned my attention to her skirt. Fortunately it was the sort that buttoned along the side."You're stripping me!". She giggled again and I laughed along with her."That's right. These are the wrong sort of clothes for a marionette. They hide too much of that wonderful body of yours and I need to prepare you first. Then maybe I'll dress you again".She wasn't wearing panties. On a whim, I leaned over and blew on the lips of her pussy, which. “Alright,” Tessa had made her point. “I don’t suppose you realise how involved you’ve been with your precious factory over the last year? I’ve been quite cut off from you. Compared to when you were messing about in the garage here, every day.“And these days you’re successful and you’ve changed. For the better I daresay, but it’s not the same between us. And now you have these girls; they’re part of this other life and it’s not my life. So I can have Ron, if I want, and he does suit my life.”.