With the excuse of needing bodyguards to keep him and his wealth safe, Holland had upgraded her frame to a military-grade fighting robot. Her ballisti... shielding could withstand most small arms and some of the small-bore cannons. She knew several martial arts and even had a host of street-legal weapons hidden within her body.And thanks to a couple of discreet calls to the shadier side of Fabricators, Inc., it appeared as if he had simply ordered a second identical bot. The paperwork was all on. There was also a lot more sexual tension amongst the prisoners because they were now represented by both genders on almost a fifty-fifty breakdown.The male prisoners were mostly civilians who had been captured at the outbreak of hostilities around the time of the attack on Pearl Harbor. There were a few military but that was more accidental than planned with them being scooped up in the round-ups of all westerners in the initial attacks. She began to surmise that the actual military prisoners. But I looked at nothing but his eyes, so that every time his gaze wandered unwillingly to my eyes we made contact. I wasn’t interested in watching his hand on his dick. Well, not too much. I saw that only in my peripheral vision. I was interested in watching his face, looking for signs of embarrassment, trying to decipher the outward signs of what was going on in his mind. After a few minutes of this I said, “So, Patrick, I was just noticing how your dick is in your fist, and not up my ass.” He. And I think Cindy liked that part about me. Unfortunate for me perhaps, but that was what attracted me to her I think." It's your story," she said, "And I'm sorry to interrupt, but now I'm curious, just how large are you?"Turning red I blurted it out, "About 8 inches or so when I'm ... you know, excited." Oh," was all she said, and then softly she added, "Oh my."I continued, "Anyways, after a couple months of incessant sex, we got married. But it wasn't the perfect marriage or even near it. I.