I dropped to the ground and glided my finger tips over her legs and inner thighs in circular motions through the soft stockings. She was panting, taki...g short sharp shallow breaths. The crutch of her panties began to dampen with her love juice. I pressed my nose up against them and sniffed in the glorious smell of her sex. As my nose touched the damp material she gasped, then ordered me to make her cum. I pulled her panties to one side to see my first sight of her cunt lips. Now her pussy cent. The rain seeped inside the coat soaking what few sensors I had left. My sizzling electronics fried melting my skin and jacket to my exoskeleton. Every step was becoming increasingly difficult. My visual systems were filled with static, and my tattered body was a seething mass of sparks and whining servos. Just as I pushed my front door open, a cab screamed passed soaking my legs causing the main servo in my legs to seize up and I screamed wildly in a mechanical agony as my legs thrashed about. He was late thirties, middle management type, but seemed a nice fellow - he set me up efficiently, showed me the essentials (where the tea-making facilities were mainly!) and left me to get about my work. The first day passed uneventfully and Brian came to check in with me before he left for the evening."I won't be around tomorrow - there's an area meeting," he said. "But I'll get my secretary Julie to look in on you tomorrow morning and she'll sort out anything you need."Next morning I went. We had no secrets from one another; we had always been able to share our most intimate thoughts and feelings as we were growing up. As kids, we were inseparable. We did everything together short of having sex together. I won’t deny that I had thought about that from time to time. Having sex with him, I mean. Carl worked out with weights and had a body that any girl would drool over. He was an Adonis. His whole body rippled with muscles. Hell, it always seemed to me that his muscles had muscles..