’ Her voice sounded like music and seemed to come from everywhere at once. ‘Who are you?’ Jenny, caught in the cool depths of the woman’s eyes... stammered out, ‘My n-name is Jenny. Jenny Daley.’ ‘Ah,’ Elissa smiled, ‘that’s a very nice name. It’s good to meet you Jenny Daley.’ She extended her hand, and Jenny took it, feeling a warm, tingling power enfold her, and they shook hands. ‘You know, you’re a very special little girl, Jenny. Most people – even girls your own age – would not be able to. She gave me her work and personal numbers, along with the addresses. She stopped before getting in to give me one of those "toe curling" kisses that was seen by every crew member topside. I know I'll have to tell everything about her when we leave for sea again.I hurried back aboard and to my berthing compartment to take a shower and change clothes. Mike was there, having just got out of the shower. "Get into the rain locker and dressed Lee, we have a hot dinner date," Mike said.I didn't. She too knew he had seen her breasts before and had touched them, but now there was the promise of something more between them, a sense of an ultimate consummation. She really did feel as if they were committing to each other somehow and the emotional high of that drove her arousal higher.The sense that he was worshipping her was suddenly underlined when, instead of moving his hands to her chest, his head dropped and she felt the glorious feeling of his lips circling her right mound, her erect. ” Steve replied from in the hallway.“Could you come in here immediately?”“Certainly mistress.” The automatic sex machine replied.As the ErotoBot walked into the living area Monica couldn’t help feeling that something seemed a bit different about it. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, no that wasn’t it; something in its demeanor seemed more real somehow, more human maybe.“Where have you been?” The machine’s mistress asked.“I’m not sure mistress.” Steve replied“Please explain.”“I have.