’ Claire almost gasped. That was twice within twenty-four hours. ‘How do you know him?’ she asked. ‘Well,’ David said, ‘It’s Rose, actu...lly – er, she told me to go and say thank you to him. Jamison knew his telephone number, and so I called him.’ ‘Ok. So you told him my address?’ ‘Yes. Er – was I wrong to tell him?’ ‘No,’ Claire said. ‘I’m glad you did. How did he sound?’ ‘I don’t know. He’s got a nice voice and he didn’t sound ill, if that’s what you mean?’ ‘Er – well, I’m not really sure. Where do you think that breeze is coming from?" From that pile of rocks over there." Finn pointed. "I think a rock slide may have covered up an entrance to this cave. Looks like we're gonna be digging." Damn. I was hoping for an escalator to the exit." They spent the next half hour pushing rocks too big for a single person to move. Their arms and bodies were aching, but finally, they had created a hole large enough for faint hints of overcast daylight to creep in. With renewed energy, they dug. I look at my wife’s face and I can see her guilty pleasure. She closes her eyes and relaxes her body against his tongue. Whilst he is licking her she moves her pelvis rhythmically, a soft panting noise coming from her mouth. At this point I stand up and remove my pants and shoes, feeling my hard cock in my hand, stroking it gently as I watch this man give pleasure to my wife. I sit back down, trying to control my own desire to join in.He moves his mouth from her pussy, and starts to kiss her. A robot was standing by the entrance. It was about a meter tall, and had the nice color of a half- baked toast, soaked with butter. Its eyes were blue, wide-set, and slightly bulged. Red light was flickering restlessly on its head. “Hi, I am Arthur. I am a domestic helper,” it said, turning to us. The robots are not supposed to accost strangers so we were fairly surprised. Nicole stopped and giggled childishly, then introduced herself. “You gait is unbalanced. There must be some problem,”.