It was Paula coming home in a taxi and it was 7 in the morning.I let her come in and then made my way downstairs. She was in the kitchen making coffee...and she looked fucking knackered!The dress she had been wearing was crumpled to hell and her hair and make up where all over the place!After saying our hellos and good mornings I asked if she had fun and she smiled a huge smile saying it had been a great night.She still appeared drunk to me and said she hadn't slept at all and had last had a. "Jim asked, "But can they enter hyper-space, now, and lay mines?" Sir, their engines have been tested in hyper-space, so they can enter it. But the dispensers have not been installed on the ships, as yet."Don asked, "Excuse me, but are the transporters installed?"Rainer checked. He didn't even flinch that a nine-year-old boy had asked the question."Yes, the transporters are functioning. That's how we are getting the source material to the ships for the replicators to turn into parts." What are. I watched as she slid her fingers down either side of her lips, pulling them to there full extent, then letting them go. She rubbed gentle the soft flesh beside her little clit, and her hips moved involuntary to optimize the experience. As she worked two then three fingers into herself I realized that she had not cum when we were together, and I was filled with regret. She had given me such a wonderful orgasm and I had not returned the favor. I slipped out of the closet and knelt before her.. And it was a defining moment in more than one way.First I experienced an owner who cared enough for his fembot to be the enabler for what she couldn't yet do on her own. It showed me how in a perfect world 'bots and owners could interact to the benefit of each other.Second, it was my first experience in watching a 'bot being asked what she wanted. Nobody had ever cared what I wanted before. Even if this fembot couldn't yet act on her own wishes, she was able to create them and verbalize them to.