I introduced us, Carol my wife and Dick. We made small talk about the beauty of the lake. You asked them if they'd like some wine? They nodded yes. Yo... poured for all of us. When you gave them their glasses you brushed up against them. We sat around drinking wine. You were sitting on a padded bench, your legs spread and your labia glistening in the sun. Your nipples were poking through your skimpy top. Tom asked if we'd like to smoke some pot? We said, "We'd love to." He rolled a few joints. We did this because we want something from you, which I'll get to after we handle this point. You aren't the first person we brought back to life like this. There was another with your unique qualifications whose first action upon being resuscitated was to threaten to "take everything we've got" for saving his life. He was under the impression that we harmed him in some way by not allowing him to die and was perfectly willing to make life miserable for as many people as possible because of. From my viewpoint at the base of the stairs I could see she had taken the pantie option, which were a good color match with the dress and small hand bag she was carrying. Pauline looked very fuckable indeed, so much in fact that I was just wandering if someone who was not aware she was a black cock slut could work it out for themselves. as tonight she was wearing black nail polish on her toes and fingers, which to be honest is the only color she has ever worn since we met, a toe ring on her. Toy Euler: I enjoy being a gynoid. Faustus Mortal: Huh? Toy Euler: Humans are so illogical. They seem drawn to sexual encounters that they try to avoid. Then they repent and do penance. Faustus Mortal nods. Toy Euler: And the whole ‘rape’ scenario to a sentient gynoid is odd. Toy Euler: It is more like ‘theft of services’ to me. Faustus Mortal: I have my vows. Toy Euler: Oh yes, I almost forgot, you are a celibate cenobite, one of those monks or priests. Faustus Mortal nods. Toy Euler:.