I wore low cut blouses, with and without bras. I wore skirts without panties. I wore almost see through PJs at night when I went to watch TV. I did...everything over the course of two months except strip naked in front of my father. There were times he said nothing, and times I *thought* I caught him staring at my tits with a hungry expression, but usually these experiments ended with my father getting red in the face, looking angry and telling me to go change into something ‘more suitable’. . A robot was standing by the entrance. It was about a meter tall, and had the nice color of a half- baked toast, soaked with butter. Its eyes were blue, wide-set, and slightly bulged. Red light was flickering restlessly on its head. “Hi, I am Arthur. I am a domestic helper,” it said, turning to us. The robots are not supposed to accost strangers so we were fairly surprised. Nicole stopped and giggled childishly, then introduced herself. “You gait is unbalanced. There must be some problem,”. Such was improper for a lady of her standing, and it appeared it was my fortune to teach her otherwise. First warning her by word, then slapping her face, she appeared to be unwilling to change her way. I stopped to consider what to do: Frenchwomen can be so unpredictable. Finally grabbing a small ‘pear’ from my cabinet of tools, I forced it in her mouth and turned the key. Rapidly expanding, it blocked her from forming words…. and also delayed a pleasure I had looked forward to. She would. At this point she apparently had enough of this young k** taking control and pulled myhand out and pulled me into her bedroom and threw me on the bed. She undid my belt and pulled my jeans off faster than even I could of. So there I was with a sexy bbw standing in front of me naked with a t shirt on. She got on the bed and grabbed my 6 inch hard throbbing cock. Wrapping her fingers around it she started stroking me. I laid back and enjoyed what I knew what was about to come… She lowered her.