I left him there and went to bed.In the morning Bobby couldn't apologize enough for what he had done, but six days later he came home drunk and did it...again. But I'd had those six days to think about it and I vowed that he would never do it again and get away with it so when he did it I left the apartment and waited two hours before going back and found him passed out on the bed. When he woke up in the morning I had him tied hands and feet in an X to the bedposts. I waited until he was wide. After a moment, PHOEBE was rewarded with a sleepy moan of pleasure. She smiled, her electronic brain instantly processing a thousand complex external stimuli in mere moments to return what could best be translated as a sense of deep satisfaction that her erotic stimulation was having the desired effect. As her owner shifted slightly, beginning to wake, PHOEBE opened her speaker and fuel intake port. She leaned down, swiftly and carefully docking her owner’s cock in the port, and made a tight. Laura."Her voice sounded so plangent with need and pain that Laura couldn't refuse. She couldn't forget, either, the times they had fucked passionately on the floors and sofas in the offices of out- of-town executives."Where do you get the keys to these places?" she asked as Yvette let her in and locked the door."I went to bed with the pompous old shit once," Yvette said. "He's been trying to get me to do it again ever since."Laura's eyes raised slightly. She was learning more about Yvette.. . wrong. Nonetheless, I quickly texted to Consuela that we needed to “find out what’s really going on here,” to which she replied with a “thumbs up” emoji. We followed Jill all the way to her bedroom, the one that she shared with Karen, and almost instantly, I could tell that her wife was upset. Consuela coughed and shook her head with a very strong “no” and I touched my wife’s hand to signal my agreement. There was just ... something very, very wrong about this.“What happened to this just.