The next evening, Wednesday, Irene dressed in suitably casual yet smart clothes, and she even put some recently bought underwear on, even though she w...s sure no-one would see it. She arrived at the bar at about the right time, there were some of her colleagues already there, and some still to come. Eva had a tab at the bar for their drinks, so Irene got herself a white wine and joined the group, which was already quite noisy, perhaps due to nervous excitement at what the evening might be like.. “No, I will get to that later. Allow me to explain the story, and I will answer any other further questions.”“Affirmative.”He was about to make a snide comment, but he didn’t want to confuse her any more than he should. “Around 2055 or roughly three hundred years ago, humanity was improving on the concept of robotics. Artificial constructs and automatons that could operate on their own were being built. They were primitive in design, but they could do a variety of roles and jobs. The results. Just the sight of them turned me on. The woman made me stroke my pussy. She alone made me cum but it wasn’t enough, I needed to taste a woman. The following days after that I started to dress skimpier than before. When I was with female friends, I would teasingly bite there neck and smack there ass, but they were having none of it. My friends were straight. I had to go further afield. That was when I started to go to gay bars, they really were not my scene. The women there were really. Noises! I had not been told that hallucinations were a part of being kicked in the groin. Or was it illusion? It did not matter. There they were, large as life and smiling broadly, at least Terry and Dorinda were. Darling Petulance looked thoroughly cheesed off. Her wrists were once more handcuffed behind her back. She was naked. She was controlled by Terry’s firm grip in her hair. ‘We grabbed her on her way out,’ said Dorinda. ‘She’s a really terrible girl,’ said Terry. Pettie Corbin said.