She had orgasm of her life and had her eyes closed.I laid on her side and caressed her body. I took her torso and turned her away from me. She looked ...urprised by my action but looked weak with her recent orgasm to say anything. Now she was laying rightwards with her back facing me. I caressed her thighs and was spooning her. I flexed her upper leg and now my dick was touching her juice dripping wet pussy. I took my dick in one hand and started rubbing it over her hairless pussy. I guess she. My wrists had a light rope burn and my scalp ached. I was a mess. I began crying because I looked so horrible. A light knock at the door startled me, and I turned my back toward the door, resting my head against the cabinet. Brent opened the door, and peeked inside. I came to give you some stuff for your bruises and burns. He commented, leaving a first aid kit on the side of the sink. Knock when youre done, and feel free to shower. He closed the door and locked the outside lock before his. Other types of rights, such as property rights, were not applicable to our current discussion."I would expect such an answer from a robot," he replied.I wasn't insulted. I'd just given my owner what he'd expected of me. Next to being commanded by him remotely — which was impossible since the one robot remote I can never directly activate is my own — this ranked as excellent service and I felt the effects of it immediately. I waited for what he wanted of me next.He thought for a long moment. Rita was thirteen years elder to me. She never worked in the farm but stayed in a cottage next to our house. No farm worker ever came to our house. Rita used to look after the house, clean it, cook food for us and wash the clothes. She was like an elder sister to me. She used to feed me and also bathe me. Many a times I slept in her cottage.Early on we learned that long hikes over the hundreds of acres of surrounding farmland were more fun when I and Shreya took them together. Combined, our two.