And after we went over the numbers, the android was the cheapest option,” she explained over the phone.“I’m touched by his concern for my well-b...ing. Hooray for generating greater profit than the cost of a robot, I guess.” I sat down on top of a box bigger than I was. The outside was blazoned with the various tasks the android could perform around the house: cleaning, massage, laundry, lawn care, even cooking. It allegedly knew more than three hundred recipes, but I wondered how many of them. Tiffany, Tiffany Denise Ames in full, was short, about 4'11", and she played point guard. It was her responsibility to bring the ball up into the offensive end, and see that somebody like me got it to shoot. Because she was so short, it was hard for the opposing team to get the ball away from her, plus she was quick and could scoot all over the court. She came in with the nickname "Pocket Rocket," and it sure seemed to fit, so as her new teammates, we called her that, too. She was really,. She had light blond, short hair and blue eyes. She was one of the tomboyish types, like me. We started talking about our future careers and what we were going to do with our lives. At that time, I started to think about her appearance and I had my first wave of attraction to the same sex. It was weird at first but I shook it off. Then for a little bit, we watched a little TV. All of a sudden we started to talk about sexuality. She told me that she was bisexual. When we got bored, she had a. A muscular black dude stepped up to be next and fed his swollen cockhead into her stretched ass. The white dude released Chloe's butt cheeks and her anus clamped to the chocolate dick now occupying her second hole.“Fuck, dis ass is tight!” said the negro, beginning to thrust back and forth, eliciting louder groans from the blonde, her face still buried in the middle aged guy's ass as she jerked him off with both hands. “I guess they're gonna call you Lick Ass now, bitch” quipped the balding.