.." He turned his head to the trembling Zack, "You ready Boy, to see to see the show and to see these white bitches get what they deserve?"Zack didn't...say a word. He just gave a nod which he hoped would suffice to answer the question; he certainly didn't think it was worth his while to admit that one of the 'white bitches' was his wife, a fact that hadn't been mentioned when the initial introduction had been made on their arrival.Angela blinked and felt her throat dry as she struggled to find. His solace was interrupted by a loud banging on his passenger door. He glanced to his right, and unable to make out who it was, didn’t respond. The door suddenly thrust open as the sound of thunder echoed through the streets, and standing there, was a rain soaked Karine. They stared at each other for an eternity, unsure of how to proceed. Finally, Matt, having managed to get his outburst under control, looked at the wet and now shivering Karine. ‘You’re going to get sick. At least get in.’. Seemingly of its own accord, Rob's hand immediately went to the clasp and deftly unsnapped her bra, leaving it hanging off her shoulders exposing her breasts.Without the need for words, Rob took hold of the bra and eased it off April's shoulders as she sat up to allow it free from her arms. Taking advantage of the position, Rob cupped both breasts in his big, gentle hands and massaged them. He ran his thumbs over the nipples, thrilling as they hardened under his touch."I love these," he said. "How well do you know m-bots?" she questioned in reply."None personally," I had to admit. "Except for what I've picked up from your comments in the past about robotic testosterone."M-bots are relatively rare, comprising less than 17% of the total robot production at this time. They seemed to have their places and uses, but fembots are widely preferred overall in social situations and I haven't run across any of them except as casual passersby in the streets. For some reason, none have ever come.