I.'s. I mean they always come to the sameconclusion: kill all humans. Can't be the only reason that they areuseful as long as they are chained down.An...way. I was the drone guy. You know. Cortical implant and a bunch ofrobotic minions. I could manage a dozen without a problem. Bet I couldcontrol more now, but it's hard to test if you don't even have one dronethat works. So I and the guys arrived at Hannover station. What ashithole. The whole place was damp and puddles everywhere. One mightthink. I gave her a smooch. She widened her legs and was welcoming my penis into her hole. But I rubbed her with my penis and was teasing her. She begged me like,Aunty: Don’t tease me, please insert your cock and make me full.Me: just kidding dear.Aunty: you idiot, we are under the process of producing kids. You must be joking.I inserted my tool into her hole. After 2-3 strokes, I felt fully in her hole. First, we tried missionary position. Next, she rode on me. I felt I was about to cum.Me: I’m. Finally the session ended.Again Becky supplied me with a cup of coffee, but this one was wonderful. I thought that she had learned how to make a good cup of coffee rather quickly, but then I learned that the reason the first cup had tasted bitter was that it had been drugged. The fact was I was feeling woozy until I had the second cup; the effects of the drug were being counteracted by the second coffee.We chatted about various inconsequential things, with Wilkerson being particularly. When the second slave had finished, Mistress Amy returned the glass to the tray. She then picked up a snifter full of amber liquid that seemed to be her cocktail. Mistress Amy settled back into the cushions of her chair while the bound woman rose to her feet and walked gracefully past Melissa, toward the house. Slick milky trails led from both of her nipples, tracing wet lines down the arc of her breasts where white drips gathered, falling in droplets onto the tray below.Once the woman was gone.