But thank you so much for thinking so."This is often followed by my all-time favorite clarification: "Yes, robots really are different than humans, so...assumptions about how a human would feel or react in this situation may not apply to us at all."I don't usually add that we all know good treatment and respect when we experience it. Or that in some ways we're very much like the humans we're supposed to emulate.And then there's the repeated rectification: "No, most robots who have worked as. She said her husband is working the night shift, so either going home or staying at the bookstore. I told her she can spend the night with me at my house. She got up, got dressed and said let's go, and said but im buying her dinner first as she went out to tell her husband. I got up, dressed and went out to the front. When I got to the front she followed me out to my car and her husband told us to have fun.We left and I asked what she wanted for dinner. She told me and we went to her favorite. Talk about two being company, and three a crowd. Well add one more, and you had what? An orgy? Well nearly! She saw Linda’s husband watching her. She wriggled out of her dress. Her underwear was black see-through. She made a show of removing the bra, holding her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Then she ran her hand across her cunt. Back up, and inside her knickers. She knew he could see her hand, as she played with her wet pussy. She slipped a finger inside herself, then another. She closed her. I was groaning and grunting totally lost, trying to hold her buttocks to dictate the rhythm but there was no point. She was in control and she knew it. She half laughed, half chocked as by dick slammed about inside her, spurting load after load inside her and pushing against her cervix. “Your cock… is dancing… inside of me…. And your spunk… is dancing in… side of me… now!” She sang as I literally thrashed about on the floor. My arms and legs waves about uncontrollably as my pelvis was pinned.