Should I lay down, he asked? Yes, please. He laid down under the covers. Which added even more excitement to what was about to take place. I crawled ...p under the blankets from the foot of the bed, like a nervous ninja. And proceeded to wrap my mouth around his rock hard cock. He moaned with pleasure. Which made me relax. As I began my mouth and to bob up and down his manhood and in and of my mouth, like I had seen in videos and read in porn magazines. Except I wasn't a girl.I continue to bob. Each circle and move was calculated, within established tolerances, programmed by a completely obsessive engineer who decided that this machine was somehow the ultimate way to fuck a woman senseless. She couldn’t help but wonder about his motivations. No…his passions. Yes, she was experiencing the results of the kind of passion shedid not have–even if his passions were more than a bit odd. Gradually, the motion started to change while the amplitude of the thrusting increased. The robot had. But damn I loved it! I think he got the hint cause his attitude changed a bit after a while. He’d start throwing out ideas at me about how we could throw another one, who we could have as a center, who we would invite. I thought he was acting a bit suspicious, like he was trying to get details out of me without asking. After about a week he told me he’d set up everything for our next party. I couldn’t believe it! He gave me all the details and I went to Christie. I told her about the party and. He gasped when he discovered I was not wearing a bra. His caressed my big breasts as thumb and forefinger rolled each nipple. He felt me go weak in the knees and picked me up and laid me gently on the bed.He kissed my lips softly then began to pull off the rest of my clothing. He stood there for a moment awestruck by my beauty. He quickly removed his things. I turned to watch him strip, and almost passed out, when I saw his eight inch, thick, long, luscious cock jutting out in front of him. I.