Picking up my phone, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a white drawstring bikini, which didn't hide my figure much at all, but I was wearing a bik...ni one size to small. I couldn't stop myself from texting Mr Wishart. I sent him something totally silly to gauge his reaction. So I sent, 'What goes in soft and hardens and comes out soft and sticky?'I honestly didn't expect a response so fast, he replied by saying, 'Call me Jake,' and then another beep came in saying, 'My cock after I cum. Reaching back, I spread my cheeks as wide as I could. You like that don't you, Mark said softly. I laid smiling. A little discomfort, and he was in me. My heart pounded as he moved in and out of me. My dick was so hard it hurt. Stroking my dick in time with his other hand, it felt like I was fucking myself. I came with a body shaking orgasm. Falling over, Mark covered me. When I woke I was frantic. My dad would be home in an hour and I still need to figure out how to get back without being. " So one night we were drinking and he said that he "wasn't" gay but he really wanted me to wank him off. At the time I was with my ex girlfriend and we were VERY happy in that department (don't expect any of those stories on here, I respect that girl too much). So, although I felt merciful I blue-ball'd him and he'd still not figured it out, fucked or had any interaction sexually at all! So one night, he messaged me again. He said "would you ever make me cum?" I said 'no' 3 times but then I. My programs automatically used them to determine if my next client was one I'd previously serviced. If so, they would reset me to that person's last known preferences. But as far as the rest of it went, I was just an obedient, autonomous sex-toy who did as she was commanded.Then somewhere, God rolled the dice in my favor. I had a chance encounter with Anna that saved me for what would be the first of many times in my life.They say The Universe doesn't always give you what you want, but it does.