I bent over overtly, showing off while I knew she must have been focused on my pussy. Bryan paused for a split second and had to have noticed her. She...barely had a stitch of clothing on, just the shirt I gave her last night and a pair of socks. I wanted to eat her gleaming pussy, to slurp her noisily while I was being railed from behind. Brittany saw my tongue outstretched towards her and entered the room, cautiously, unable to take her hand away from her pussy. I pulled her hips to the floor. “That can’t be a computer,” Mike whispered to his wife. “It used a contraction. Computer simulated voices don’t do that.”“Nor do they understand contextually the way that one does,” Marie pointed out, not nearly as quietly.“Thank you. My programming is a continuing enterprise with input from Laura, who is my primary programmer, Ann, her daughter, Helen, who teaches us all, and, of course, Arlene.” It didn’t bother to add that much of the current additions to its code came from itself/himself.“I. Or that I understood human emotions very badly. I slowly turned my face to Alka and whispered, ‘Is this true Alka?’? She did not reply but kept twiddling her fingers. I shook her shoulders and asked again. Forcing her to look at me. She did not look at me though and still resisted my direct gaze on her and just nodded her head.After hearing this from her, I just got up and left the room. I went to my room and just could not think anything at all. Yes, I had been masturbating almost every night. Upstairs. First door to the left. Leave your dirty clothes outside the door. Somebody will bring you a pair of robes or something." Dankschen", one said as the other said, "thank you."They went up – one looking cautiously forward, the other looking suspiciously backward.I had to chuckle as I headed into the kitchen. They were sexy as all fuck and completely adorable. "Hey Ivan, I think our guests may want seconds so –" I looked up to see what looked like a staff meeting without me. "Ok. What.