Well she worked her charm on him, and finally he said she could married me only if I signed a prenuptial agreement before the I do's were spoken. Hell...I didn't care about his money, cause I had found a decent paying job, and we were able to rent what I would call a nice house. Life was good for about four years then she started whining that we didn't have enough money for this or for that, saying that she didn't know it would be so hard to live without money. Hell I was making 79,000 a year. ?Stand there a minute,? she said as she circled round me. ?Hmmm, somenice raw ingredients there I think. Now go and get ready for bed,? andshe she lightly slapped my arse to encourage me towards the toilet.When I got into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, just likewhen we were getting ready for dinner, my nightwear sat on the toiletseat. I picked it up and immediately felt a surge of delight at thesoftness and smoothness of the silky fabric. This was tempered somewhatwhen I unfolded. It was her control pad. I looked through the settings and found she was not currently set to a sex mode, but it was entirely within my power to change that.I looked back up at her again and asked, "Do you… know why you're here? Is that what you want?"She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and nodded. "Uh huh! You're my friend, I like making you happy." Given that she was a bioroid, by definition had no desires other than what she was programed to simulate, and had been ordered by Mr. Walters. Her husband knew that she fingered herself. He encouraged her because it spared him the exertion of getting on top of her and plunging his pathetic little cock into her.She once even showed me a picture of her husband’s cock taken on her mobile, and we laughed at it. It was black, shriveled and the head fully covered by foreskin so that it looked like a tiny pencil. “I wish I bite it off sometimes. I get so angry,” she said.I remembered my passionate fucking with Rishi, my boyfriend, some.