I'll include the one piece of advice I realize I've given more than any other to the lovelorn — human, and occasionally robot —seeking comfort at ...he House: "Sorry, but this female who has temporarily captured your heart really DOES like all those other men she's gone out with after you more than you."Does it really take a logical robot to work out that if she really liked you she wouldn't be dating everyone else instead? With apologies to my own Mr. X, I guess in humans — and some robots —. And as such we had a social worker who was required to check up on us. We always kept our mouths shut about being mistreated, mainly our of fear, but also because we wanted a reward. Our grandma usually started being really nice the week leading up to the visit, taking us to a theme park, and out for ice-cream, that way when Nicole would ask what we’ve been up to, those were the first things that came to mind. The nice treatment usually lasted a for a few days afterwards too, because Nicole. The house was pretty conservatively furnished, but it still looked very homely and had a personal feel to it.The other bedroom housed a guest bed, but mostly it was taken over by Amanda's working area which was a desk, a computer and a lot of files, books and various paperwork.But it all became very interesting when she led me to her actual bedroom."This is my dungeon!" She said proudly.I was a bit confused by this because it was just an ordinary bedroom with a large bed, nightstand and some. “Not at all. I’d never turn down a chance to have you pamper me,” I chuckled.Once he finished with my arms, he drew back so that his lean body was pressed against my own. In this position, he slid his arms beneath my armpits and began to lather up my chest as he held me close. I could feel his own pectoral muscle, nicely defined, yet not overdeveloped, pressing against my back as he continued to wash my chest and down to my abdomen. I began to feel a pressure against my bottom as his member.