I need one!”“Yes, yes, breed my wife!” the imam had moaned and came as he jerked his cock, crying out in pleasure.It baffled me. He seemed to li...e being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. His wife was mewling with delight then smiled as her husband mounted her. She had this big, satiated grin on her face as she enjoyed a delicious dessert after the feast I'd given her.The door opened. It was time for me to eat. I sat up and blinked. It was the imam. He wasn't use to being turned down, so he asked if she was free the following Saturday. She said, "Yes, I am, what do you want to do?"Bob didn't know but he was a quick thinker. He said, "I'm not sure yet. Since you are so popular I thought I would just put in a reservation for now. I will call you next week with the specifics."Eileen thought it was funny how he said he was putting in a reservation. Her response was, "I'll pencil you in but I do require a 48 hour cancellation notice." He. " What do you want from me?" I don't want anything," she replied coyly. "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. It's not as if I'm ordering you to bare your arse. You're going to keep your jeans on, and that will most probably deaden a lots of the sting, and stop your arse from being properly marked. Can't be fairer than that. As for the blow job. As I said if you haven't got a taste for it, you're better off getting the cutting over and done with at least that way the anticipation will be over.Now Honey bend over in the middle of the kitchen and we will see how you like just one stroke. It'll have.