“Your body will be available to me at all times, this collar is a reminder I own you, understood?” he pressed.“Yes, Daddy, I understand,” Bri ...eplied.“Good,” Matt said as he took his shirt off. He kicked his shoes off and dropped his pants and boxers at the same time. He stood in front of Bri showing him his huge cock for the first time. It had grown fully erect as she was stripping outside. Bri’s eyes bugged out as she took in what had to be a nine or ten-inch circumcised cock as big. I didn't realize this at the time, and probably wouldn't have felt any different about myself if I had known. It allowed me, however, to provide unmatched service to all my owners and clients. I take pride in this accomplishment, and using it properly - as I'm intended to - gives me great enjoyment to this day.The second area where I'm unusual, if not unique, is a bit more esoteric.Robots are not creative. That is one of the two C's where human women retain an immense advantage. The second C is. He was such a fucking creep. I don’t even talk to her when he’s in town now. I just tell her to call me when he leaves.”“What did he do?” she asked, wide-eyed.“Tried to get me to fool around with him,” I told her flatly. “I’m not a prude or anything, but I’d met him that day and he thought he could put his hands all over me.”“What did you do?” she asked, surprised.“I punched him out,” I said simply. “Right in the middle of the movie theater. It was in the middle of a really quiet scene and it. Perhaps it was because this was likely my last chance, or maybe it had been all those beers, but with her looking so sad, I pulled her over hugged her head against my shoulder. Hugging her tight like I was, her breasts rested against my chest which immediately sent off stirrings in my jeans. She pulled back from me then and looked up into my face again looking sad and bewildered. She then began to get herself upright balancing herself with my shoulders. I got up with her and balancing on each.