I thrashed about, and the girl noticed. "Oh? Is something the matter?"she asked casually.I wanted to scream, but could not: Is something the matter?... What thefuck have you done to me, you bitch?!The girl took a step back and looked up and down at me while tapping herfinger against her chin. I realized that her right arm was made ofelectronics. What the fuck, I thought. Is she... a freaking robot?!Understanding dawned on her face. "...Ohhh! I get it! Your body isrobot, but your brain is. Finally there was a loud cry from my mother, faster thrusting and then a loud groan from Mr Jackson. Then all fell silent. I was in a daze of disbelief. I suddenly became aware of my own surroundings and feelings. I noticed to my shame that my penis was erect. In fact, it was hard as stone. I felt it throb, and then felt the cum spout forth into my pants. Burning with confusion and embarrassment, I cleaned myself up as best I could, then collapsed onto the bed. I only vaguely recall hearing Mr. Hammond interrupted, “I’m Hammond Steward.”“Hammond? That’s an odd first name. You don’t run into many men named Hammond. In fact, I think you’re the first one I’ve ever met with that first name. I once knew a Don Hammond,” Mary said.“I was named after a man who saved my mother from drowning when she was a young girl. He made quite an impression on her. She thought his first name was Hammond because everyone called him that. It was years after she named me, that she learned it was his last. When he opened it, he was greeted by one of the cutest petite little blondes that he'd ever seen."Larry Williams?" the young blonde asked."Yes, I'm Larry. Can I help you?" he said as he wondered if this pretty young woman had gotten the wrong address. He quickly noticed that she seemed to be a bit over-dressed for the late spring day that it was, wearing a long overcoat that seemed a bit much for the warm temperatures outside."Well, yes you can, I've been sent over by a friend to wish you a.