"A spirit, sort of. I call him Spook." But how can that be? How can a machine come alive?" How can a collection of protein molecules come alive?" I as...ed rhetorically. "Isn't that the greater miracle? We programmed Spook, or the computer where he was born, to think, sort of. He just woke up and started thinking for himself." My God! Is it— is he the only one?" Just him." Who else knows about ... Spook?" You now. Me. That's it." Nobody else?" she demanded."Well, Spook knows, of course. That's. He laid his clothes in a neat pile on the edge of the couch, and then walked through the door. She had done exactly as she was told. She was on all fours, her legs spread wide and a large dildo was planted firmly in her cunt. Her ass wiggled involuntarily every few seconds as she worked the big fake cock in and out of her throbbing cunt. Lying next to her was a tube of lubricant. Roger smiled; they both had the same idea. Moving in behind her next to the bed, he picked up the tube of. Doing as she was told she hit Trenka with the flexible club all over. After over a hundred blows Bragk told her to stop. Then she was instructed to sit and watch. Having rested Bragk was now ready to continue her punishment of the errant maid. Taking a device that looked like a backwards clamp out of a drawer Bragk inserted it into Trenka’s vagina. She then began cranking on the screws which opened the jaws. As it opened it spread the slave maid’s pussy quite wide. Soon Trenka began to scream. .." "Geez, kind of a cradle-robber, huh?" She laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess you could say that, it was my father." "No shit, dear old Dad, huh?" "What little girl doesn't love her father. I know I did, still do." "So he made a move and you went along?" "Not even close. I always loved my dad, what girl doesn't? But, I finally decided that I loved him in a new way, a more grown-up way. Finally, well, maybe it was my boobs, he fucked me on my 16th birthday. I told him that he either fuck me.