I thought Toms eyes were going to drop on the floor as he stared at her. Beth sat next to him and as they sat chatting I could see Toms cock was hard ...nd Beth had casually placed her hand on his thigh. I just sat watching them talk and Beths hand was slowly rubbing his thigh up and down each time getting closer to his hard on. She told me later she was turned on all the way home with the thought of fucking Tom and with him staying with us hopefully she could fuck whenever they wanted. She added. To understand the reason for The Parlor, however, there's something you first need to understand about us.Each of the fembots (and one herm-bot) here strive to be more accepted by the humans we're designed to emulate and interface with. In fact, that's the first challenge even unaware 'bots face. We all seek to maximize the emotional response to ourselves. And with the feedback tools I've discussed previously that make us such good lie detectors, we learn what's working and what's not. While. She wondered when they would leave.The door opened and Cole came back in.Giving her an apron he said, "Put this on. We're hungry and we want you to make us some snacks." She didnt bother arguing. He gave her a demeaning pat on the backside to motivate her.As she walked down the hallway and into the living room she thought of what she looked like. The apron was small. Her husband had given it to her as a joke. It represented sexist servitude but inside it he had hidden an expensive pearl. "Actually," Fennimen said, "most men who crossdress are not gay. We just like to -- what's that old song, '...put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.'" He walked behind the bar and pulled a bottle of Sam Adams beer out of a cooler. He opened it and drank a couple of swallows. "Ah, that's good stuff!" Where's the damned bar?"Everyone looked toward the doorway. Harry Salvatori -- they had all recognized his voice -- stood there in a pink pinafore. With his curly strawberry blonde.