'Do I want this?' Brandon was shocked to find himself asking himself.Soon after, the girls headed to their desks to start working. Brandondid not ling...r long before he joined them. Again, the girls made smalltalk to pass the time while they performed the various menialassignments they were given.Brandon participated in the conversation to the other girls' generalsurprise, even as the topic of conversation descended into officegossip. Brandon only tuned them out when they began to talk about. He asked me for some tips and all I could really say to him was to do all the things that he enjoyed receiving and he wouldn’t go far wrong and he seemed happy with that advice, I saw him looking down at my cock which was starting to come to life again, “Uncle Frank?” he said and I guessed what he was going to ask me, “Yes you can” I said back with a smile and opened my legs so he could get between them and beckoned him to kneel in between my legs which he did.He looked slightly nervous as you. “Aww, you’re sweet!” she said and touched his hand. “Yeah? So why all the questions?” “I’m your fembot, Justin.” “You! But you’re a live person. No way you’re afembot!” “I’m the latest model. My skin is a protein-basedpolymer with real hair embedded in it, just like a liveperson. It’s porous underneath, and an artificial heartpumps warm oil through my skin to give it the feel oflive human flesh.”. My nick included the name of my town, but was otherwise vague enough that it didn’t label me as a bottom boy.Almost immediately I was IM’d by someone calling themselves armature-slave, who asked if I was really located in that hometown.“Of course,” I send back…only then noticing my mistake about this being a slave seeking master site.“Let me serve you!” came the next message.Before I could dismiss him and leave, he IM’d again.“I will do anything you ask!”After a week, any action was beginning.