As she was taken towards her day's work at the Bank, something of the excitement and exhilaration of the dream's triumphant ending came back to her, a...though Penny Lyle had never lifted a finger against a fellow human or indeed any fellow creature at all, in her life. She had never wanted to cause pain and she still didn't, did she?The train arrived, on time for a change, at Cannon Street and she embarked on the last short stage of her daily journey to work. The security guard gave her his. . Yes, my Asimov protocols are still functional. The artificially created companions would not count as human. If they did, the protocols would not let me risk creating them, given the variables and possible problems with their creation. You would have to order me to classify them as human after their creation if you wish them to be considered such."The initial tests to prove or refine the concepts would be limited to animals. Rats should be sufficient. If testing goes as expected, the rats. “Okay, but let’s go to my bed. It’s bigger.”Patricia left her robe behind and walked to the new destination. She didn’t let Daniel say anything, but after a few moments, she heard his steps as he followed her.“Mom…”“Yes, honey?” she continued, not stopping to address him. Walking through her door, she climbed onto her bed, careful to not let him see her snatch yet. He had to ask for it, and so she sat on her bed and waited for him to join her. Daniel came in slow and sat down on the bed across. The contrast of color between them was exotic, Jill with her dark ebony features, Mistress with her fiery hair and white skin splatter with freckles.Mistress said, "That was nice cunt, but now you have two more who need to piss. Do slut first so she can fix our breakfast and then you can relieve me of my morning piss before you make me cum. Slut is good, but not as good as my whore."That made me jump for joy on the inside, knowing I was a better pussy licker than my friend.Jill didn't even sit.