"I am programmed to be your robot servant. My primary directive is to bring you pleasure. If that means cooking a good meal or going dancing with you,...that will satisfy my directives." 'Satisfy my directives'?," Holland's eyebrow shot up."It's what passes for 'happy' in robot-speak," Marianne giggled. She kissed his collarbone, just as Miriam used to do. "Your pleasure is my pleasure. If all you wish to do with me is use me as your private fuck-toy, then that is what I will do. But I also know. What caught his eye was the tight T-shirt stretched over her ample tits.He slowed his car a little to watch her nice ass sway as she walked up the driveway. He tooted the horn, and she had turned and waved without really being sure to whom she was waving.Bobby still had a year to go before he finished high school and like all teenage boys he had the hots for the two older chicks that lived down the road. Before they had left for college, he frequently trained his telescope and camera onto their. She was being stretched again, pulled tight inside. And then Nikhil pushed harder. It was as if he were touching her everywhere all at once, and every new place his cock reached was even more sensitive than anywhere he'd been before. She was startled by a sort of abrupt change in the pressure, then he was pulling out again, then in a little further.She held Nikhil tighter, burying her face in the hollow of her shoulder. Now would be a good time to stop, she thought. I'll say something, once I. By the time Heather came back to her senses, the Internet connection had been broken, but Chris was still making purposeful strokes with his cock. Heather knew that if she didn't do something, in a minute he'd be hard as a rock and banging her to even higher bliss."Chris?" Yes?" he answered innocently."I'm still going to your school." Oh... yeah."Heather's dinner that night turned out to be a granola bar that she gulped down on the way to Chris' school. She was one of the last parents through.