."I can see you recognize that name. With the transcripts, we knew thechat sites you frequented, so we decided to provide the therapy inprivate. Bec...use of patient/client privilege, he could not show me thetranscripts of your conversations, but he has told me that without adoubt you do suffer from gender identity disorder. He said he has posedthe question to you many times over, and in different ways, and theresponse was always the same, that you wished you were a girl. With overa year of. When I had cleaned everything up, I went to the bathroom to check my hair, brushed my blond curls a few times so that they fell on my forehead - I had to look sweet and innocent - and only when I was satisfied with the reflection in the mirror did I return to the room."Daddy…" I gently patted."Yes honey?" I sat on his lap and rested my head on my shoulder, and he gently wrapped his arm around my back."What now again?" From the voice, this game seemed to amuse him."What do you mean?" I asked. As I've indicated before, The Parlor is the first stop for most patrons and visitors, with some spending the majority of their time there. A few never go beyond it, but leave satisfied and happy all the same. To understand the reason for The Parlor, however, there's something you first need to understand about us.Each of the fembots (and one herm-bot) here strive to be more accepted by the humans we're designed to emulate and interface with. In fact, that's the first challenge even unaware. I'm not that surprised. They way you begged and pleaded for my job, I thought you were about to drop to your knees and go for his zipper. He didn't need to know how desperate we were."Frank began fondling my pussy. I said, "Frank, stop doing that. This is serious." No, I want to determine exactly what he did. Is this all he did, hold his hand between her legs?" No, and I could see everything. Her skirt was bunched up in her lap. We all had a clear view of his meaty fingers squeezing her.