FYOP/To Love A Sexbot/0023

You pressed her left nipple. In your view, you pressed her right nipple, which is her left.

“Thank you,” she said, “Sleep Mode activate…”

Farra collapsed and was shut down. She was sleeping on the floor, still damp and damaged. You picked her up and tried to redress her up, but she woke up, before you could.

“Huh? Oh, hey,” she said, without remembering a thing, “What brings you here?”

She looked at her body and was shocked. She was naked.

“AAH! Did you do this to me?” She screamed.

You shook your head no.

Farra smiled and let out a sigh, “What a relief. I think I used too much rum in my teacup.”

She snatched her clothes from you and dressed herself up.

“How embarrassing…” she muttered, “I find you very hot, but I am married.”

You then ask if you would show me the test robot some other day. Unbeknownst to Farra, you had you pleasure moment with a sleeper.

“Oh, okay. Those who refuse, gets a second chance,” Farra said, “I’ll need you to sign up. When you’re ready, come back to the factory and we’ll begin. Otherwise, I hope you save up the $2,500, pal.”

She gave you some pamphlets and you left the factory.

As you departed, Farra felt moist in her crotch.

“Huh? Something tells me that I needed a shower,” she thought, “Maybe I’ll borrow Alison’s panties, while we’re at it.”

The End