I finally tired of having the sweatshirt in the way. I pulled it up and with a bit of cooperation from Sandy, over her head. She didn’t seem to mind...the sweatshirt being gone when I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples in my mouth as I pinched the other. Matter of fact, I think she was glad it was gone with the long, loud moan that escaped her. She continued to moan, whimper and writhe as I continued my assault on her nipples.I slid a hand down to the waistband of the jeans she had on, and. Sandra got herself dressed and peeping through the bedroom door checked it was all clear and the bathroom was unoccupied. Once in the bathroom she sat on the toilet and cleaned his sperm that had dripped onto her knicker gusset, she emptied and cleaned her sperm flooded vagina. Standing, she looked at her appearance in the full length mirror as she straightened herself up, outwardly she showed no signs of the rape she had just been subjected to, apart from her sore scalp, arse and vagina, no. I haven't bugged you or tried to look over your shoulder. And this is far from the last project that I have on the drawing board." It will be right, Mr. Matthews. You told me to give you an honest, fair price, and I did just that. You didn't balk or try to talk my price down. Our company gets a lot of return work because of good work at a fair price. I'm not going to lessen my standards now." Good," Jeff said, with a little grin. "Then let's go talk about some more of that 'return' work." A. ”The fembot reached out and gripped Gerry by the back of his neck.“Oww, let me go. You’re hurting me.”“Yes, low levels of pain are sexually arousing.”Gerry was trying to remember the parameters that had been put into the conversation and behaviour model, so that he could find a way of extracting himself from his current predicament. He wasn’t having any success as the fembot tightened her grip on his neck. With her other hand the fembot grabbed hold of Gerry’s wrists and pinioned them behind.