The women they'd be going back to after they left Darlene the sex-toy.Over time I came to realize, at some level, that my type was a new form of compe...ition for women. And that the women didn't take it lying down. They found new ways to vie successfully with the ever improving robots like me. And if I hadn't kept up myself in this race by providing ever better service, I would have soon enough found myself of the scrap heap of unable-to-adapt systems.The clandestine sharing of information with. "Slut get on your knees and open your mouth!" Laura ordered.Rebecca got to the floor as quickly as she could and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Laura put her cock on Rebecca's tongue and shot load after load into her slave's mouth."FUCK!" Laura roared as began to feel her legs wobble.Rebecca swallowed every drop and began to suck her Mistress off to milk the cock of it's remaining cum."Slave, your amazing, your mouth and ass. Fuck me, I think, Paula picked the wrong girl."Hearing. She couldn’t just ask him direct to fuck her - she needed to find some way to show him what she wanted to do to him, and also to convince him that if he agreed not to fuck Jane, he would have her as his slut.The main problem is that she did not know where Brad lived. If she knew, she could visit him there with some excuse and she would be free to demonstrate what a good slut she could be.Marie’s only hope was to talk to him discretely in her own home and find some way to show him how serious. She leapt back before Patti could retaliate and had the pleasure of hearing her gasp in pain. Francine felt something warm running down her left thigh and then down her calf. Damn! The wound was open again and there was nothing she could do to stop it.She forced herself not to look. Her eyes must be solely focused on Patti and that wicked dagger she was wielding. Patti ran at her and she stepped aside but too late to avoid being cut on her forearm. Once again Francine ignored her sixth wound..