Giving you blowjobs gives me allthe protein I need.” “Good! Let’s get up and go downstairs.” “Would you like me to tidy ...p?” she asked. “Well, uhm, okay.” She found the vacuum cleaner and some dusting spray,and started cleaning–still in the nude. “How can I help?” he asked her. “I’m your robot; you enjoy yourself while I clean.” “Okay,” he said and turned on the TV to catch a game. She paused and. I composed myself and opened my overnight bag. I slipped into the plum-coloureddress and changed my shoes, deciding I didn't need tights for an interviewwith a down-market flat-pack furniture retailer. I put on some perfume andwaited, musing over the series of events unfolding. There was something aboutKirsten that puzzled me. She seemed just too stylish, too confident and justtoo damn sexy to be a sales assistant in a shop.Kirsten waltzed out of the bathroom, still wearing her luscious cream. But like some people can be lucky to win the big prize in the lottery, she repeated her offer, while she unbuttoned a button on her tight white shirt. It thumped in my dick, and I became stiff as an iron bar between my legs. “Well, we can do that, okay!”, I said with a nervous excitement, and realized that I missed 500 kroner, to have enough money. Then I asked her if it was okay, that I bought a porn magazine with a dvd included, and raised 500 in that payment. “Good idea! Now you mention it. She folded my knees back and rolled me onto my shoulders,sliding the arranged nappies under my raised rear with her free hand.When she let my legs drop, there was a fresh pile of cushiony softnessunder my bottom. "Shh, baby. You actually make a very beautiful littlegirl, you know?" I heard her step over to the diaper bag on the bed,and there was the sound of a package being ripped open.The next thing I knew, Melody was forcing a latex teat into my mouth.Expecting another baby bottle, I started.