His face danced a merry jig over my clitty and swollen labia, his fingers explored, probed, parted and found their way to my tight but, oh-so-cute lit...le butt hole. I groaned permission and his index took possession of my ass, his thumb my cunt and his lovely fat tongue, everything else lick-able. I was on the edge already. My legs started to shudder as my orgasm welled up from somewhere inside my stomach. I wanted that cock in me now! Reaching down, I caressed the short-deforming lump in his. I got up and went over to the charging unit that had a built-in interface for the robot. I turned it on. I was confronted by a long list of options, one of which was an option for the Sexual Intercourse Module (SIM.) I clicked on it and it said that it was password protected. I smiled. My mother always used the same password. I punched it in and got in. I selected the option to create a new profile for a user. I selected my name from the list of people the robot could recognize and a screen. She was still slightly wet from the night before and our orgy with the assumed sisters, Mimi and Mama. In fact, I had the first two inches inside her pleasantly plump buttocks before she even fluttered her closed eyelids.“What are you doing, you naughty boy. That is far to big for me to handle so early in the morning. No, don’t stop. Leave it inside and pound me nice and nasty.”It was a full fifteen long minutes later that I finally drained my energetic member between her professional ass. " Clarence was a real bad man", she said quietly, the memory close to being as frightening as the life she'd lived back then. "But he can't have sent you. He's been dead past four years. Some meaner motherfucker's boot went and dropped against his head."The Englishman had stopped moving. He was presumably confident of her thrall. But he was wrong. And the height of his confidence, she decided, was the moment to reclaim initiative, to ignore the inexplicable. The X-Files could go hang, she.