?You must have not read your copy thoroughly or you would know the rules on Mr. Ivan Kapovich and you must not know what he is capable of. Let me expl...in,? another man nearby starts to say as he guides him away.Marcus returns to the front of the room and goes to the microphone to speak. ?Gentlemen, gentlemen, may I have your attention? We are about to start," he announces. He turns a bit to his left as a burly man dressed in the "uniformed" black of a handler guides a beautiful redhead about. To celebrate our finally getting together, we decided on a dress-update at a very nice restaurant that she had always wanted to try. When I arrived at her apartment, she didn’t disappoint in the dress-up category. She had on a black dress, short, with a halter top that was fairly low-cut. Susan was short, 5’1” about 105 lbs, thin, small tits but fit with shapely legs. I complimented her on her choice of outfits, she coyly said it would look even better on her bedroom floor. This set the tone. "I jumped a bit as I read. Thirteen inches?! I tried to imagine it! My pussy was getting wet. I imagined the robot's cock being as long and thick as it could get. I knew my pussy would never be capable of taking it, but I got so wet just envisioning the robot standing there with that huge of a cock standing in the air. I couldn't wait.I got up and went over to the charging unit that had a built-in interface for the robot. I turned it on. I was confronted by a long list of options, one of which. The smell of coffee and frying meat lightened her spirits as they wafted through the hallway and permeated her room. Smiling, she hopped off the bed and walked briskly into her water closet. Heating elements powered by the electricity collected from the metallic skin of their hollow little moon heated the water that sprayed down after the first icy blast caused Béla to let out a 'Yieee!' of expected shock.As she pranced downstairs to 'breakfast', she wondered briefly what had happened to her.