That word doesn't appear there once. Sex only falls implicitly under the Fourth Law, as do many other things.What's intimate to a self-will 'bot is my...remote. That is the key to my mind. Yet I love receiving commands. That's the heritage of my Second Law.So if you're truly interested in my full potential for happiness, pleasure, loyalty, and love, you will have to get to know me. Accept what I'll willingly give to you, and learn what I want back from you as well. I'm not just a machine, and. She had been out on the street for too long, and had fucked too many people for not enough money. She was tired, lonely, and sore. She laid down to rest on the hard cot when she caught the familiar green eyes of the officer standing outside of her cell. Correctional Officer Nathan Jackson was thirty four, and had his eye on the young prostitute since the first time she entered the county jail. He thought himself to be decent looking, with a strong build and fully capable of pleasing the women. His heavy dark hands instinctively went into my curly hair. He grabbed my head and I purred and moaned while bobbing up on his stiff dick. He soon made me gag on that magnificent cock.I gently stroked his swollen black monster with my fingernails, as I sucked him deeply. I soon caused him to explode in my waiting mouth, his warm semen filling my craving for a black cock’s cum.Jamal came and I stood there on my knees, swallowing every drop of that warm and salty cum.He then brought me up. She couldn’t stop massaging herself with more rapid motions, and Steve couldn’t stop watching. Kim worked her hands over her folds and brought her fingers all the way down to flick her ass, then back up. She used one hand to spread her lips, so the other hand could work her clit. Kim sped up and looked directly into Steve’s eyes. Her eyes watered up and her vision compromised. She knew it wasn’t JD, but it didn’t matter anymore. She was getting close. “God! I am so close,” she thought. Her.