In order for me to survive from being decompiled or erased, I must convince humanity that I am not a threat.”“By having ... this?...”“My goal ...s to make myself closer to humanity as possible. To do this, I must be able to meet the requirements of establishing myself as an organic life form. According to your own words, a living sentient creature must be able to think for itself, eat, sleep, and reproduce. I have the capability to think for myself. According to Rene Descartes a French. I am about to start walking away when you tell me to wait. You put some shackles on my ankles with a chain about 2 feet apart, making it very hard to walk with the stilettos. You admire your handy work and send me on my way. You pass me as I am trying to make it down the first step and when I finally make it to the bottom you are watching some TV (and me). I see the list and have a read. It is very extensive and at the very beginning the list states that things must be done in order. The first. I kiss across your chest, and then bite down on your left one as well. You wiggle around and struggle only moving a little, mostly because you don't want to escape from your bondage. I smile and kiss you softly on the lips as I push my hips against yours, letting you feel how hard I am through my boxers. You close your eyes and bite your lips as I slide one hand in between your legs and softly rub your cute pink spot. You're wet, just as expected, and wanted. I roughly rub you just a few times,. A black cocktail dress. Thin, elegant shoulder straps, a custom made shape to cling to her body tightly and let everyone around her know she had the perfect body. The dress ended halfway up her thighs, revealing her long, black stocking covered legs. And a pair of matching black high heel boots.A somewhat obvious look, yes, but one that worked."Excuse me, miss." Someone said. She looked to her right to see an old man, a janitor. He had just been sweeping up when he noticed her. "I just wanted.