Am I really talking to a machine?" You're talking to a living thing, an intelligent awareness that lives in a machine," I corrected her. "A spirit, so...t 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 asked 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?". With that, I instantly realize who's in control here.you then instruct me... "If you're good tonight, I have a present for you later." My cock throbs with anticipation of defining "good". You then lean to me and kiss me hard. Your dick pressing against my stomach. you pull away and tell me that your cock needs to be serviced. I then kiss my way down your neck, past your perfectly hard nipples, across your stomach to your awaiting cock... I've never had a dick before, but instinctively knew I. She was about to say something when her husband turned to look for a fleeting second. Luckily everyone was keeping to themselves. Sneh asked him If it was ok to get her hair volume reduced. He was least interested and nodded his head.I must have stared at Sneh’s tits because she smiled sluttily and told me to help with the blouse hook. I took the invitation and grabbed her boobs with both hands while doing her blouse hook. The barber asked to go to the bathroom to mix hair dye.Sneh sent him. I flipped it open to reveal a text from Mia on the tiny screenIt read, “Wait for me.” I went back inside and sat down on the couch in front of the large fireplace. I made no attempt to talk to anyone, lost inside my own world. I thought about leaving, but Mia's text told me to wait. I thought about looking for her but that didn't work out well last time. I stewed in my own thoughts for what felt like an eternity but was probably about twenty minutes. My phone beeped again.“Thank God” I stumbled.