It felt strange and wrong, like the very first time I was fingered by my tutor as a teenager. Every nerve in my pussy was alive and new. I began to co...e like I did that first time in the janitor's closet. Like I had no idea what was happening to me, I was too astonished to stop it, and shocked by the unfamiliar waves of pleasure that were running through my body.But I did know what was happening now. And I came longer and harder and deeper than I thought possible. My eyes pleaded with hers.... She arched her back in a luxurious stretch. "It's been a long day." But if they're sex objects, I suppose we'll have to do it the other way." MONTY, I have no desire to poke at a male robot." We're professionals," he insisted, "that doesn't stop just because it's eight o'clock at night."She sighed, "I suppose you're right... follow me, robot."Cord rolled his eyes at Nancy and followed the woman off into the interior of the penthouse. He thought Gwen Rand had a nice ass, not a bad figure. If she. " Dismissing me, the young woman returned to her cell phone and her texting. Somewhat concerned as to what her cryptic statement might mean, I made my way down the hall and knocked on the door with the nameplate "Becky Andrews -- Human Resources." As I entered the room I was welcomed by an exceptionally friendly matron with bobbed brown hair and kind eyes. She was also dressed in typical conservative office garb consisting of a jacket and blouse, and remained seated as I entered, effectively. So I don't have to ... Let me think. Please."I went back to the tavern and drank myself sleepy thinking of the ripe, young beauty resting above my head.In the morning she had decided. She would go face the man and tell him that she was no longer a maiden, that she had been raped by highwaymen who killed her guards. It was a wonderful story, thought I, but hardly believable without some serious efforts."All right," I said. "I'm going to fetch some blood. I want you to scratch yourself here and.