She gave me the address, and as it was almost 5pm, I left work and headed for London. I arrived at the address given, which wasn't a studio at all. It...was a posh apartment near Bond Street, with an entry phone. I pressed the button, and was greeted by a man's voice, with an American accent, asking me to come to the third floor.When I emerged from the lift, I was met by a muscular black man (the American), who ushered me along a corridor and into a huge apartment, where lo and behold, there. She still didn’t know what had possessed her to take him to her private spot, she hadn’t even taken Sue or Annie to it. His reaction to it had made her feel good, he hadn’t been lying about it either, and she had seen the look in his eyes as he had taken it all in. No one could pretend such obvious pleasure. Which brought her mind around full circle, the pleasure she had felt in being held in his arms, and feeling the excitement of his mouth and how it had sent all those little electrical. She leaned and grabbed her favorite teddy bear. She was biting her lips as he came on to her. He grabbed her thighs and kissed them with hot passion and lust.He kissed her shoulders and removed the slip and pulled her dress down. Her boobs were freed and he pressed them with his hands. Her skin was milky and soft and he kissed her all over her body. She grabbed his hair and pressed him on her body. He started to suck her nipples. They were hard and it turned her on so much. He got up and pulled. "We did, Mr. Campbell," the eldest of them replied in clear, but accented, English. "It was intriguing."An uncomfortable silence fell over the room. Holland thought about saying something, but held his tongue. He was warned that being too expressive would give away some clues as to what he was up to or might be used against him."Why do you want one of the Delilah robots, Mr. Campbell?" One of the others finally spoke. "You do not strike us as the kind of man who would resort to something so.