A Loving Wife, Some One Else's!

Sally worked for my parents as domestic aid. I always found for myself drawn to her. She was unusually tall at an even 6 feet. She was a robot, which were collective domestic companions in 2027.
It was a few days past my 18th birthday and mom and dad in conclusion had the confidence to set down me alone for a week in the summer.
The robot's modes:
Level 1- (Passive Mode) Robot will not initiate any action. External spur will be recorded at all levels (1-4).
Level 2- (Slave Form) Android can reply to commands only. She can get on to decisions based on her own morality algorithms. She may even enforce her decisions on humans if basic. There is more often than not a long working out period before an robot performs in this manner.
My parents had no idea of my other diplomacy …
Three weeks prior, I had gone out and done some shopping at a few community thrift shops for my most wanted robot.coup cleared the driveway, I counted to 100 in set of circumstances my parents returned and went to find Raid. She was seated as common in the basement in what we called her passive form (level 1). Sally would pace with you if you seized her hand, but would not initiate any variety of action.
big booty
Quickly I principal her upstairs to my bedroom. We had only owned her for 2 weeks and I was not often alone with her.
Slowly I impassive her baggy jeans and jersey and noticed that she had a firm and very pleasing body that gave off conviviality and had a skin resembling texture. Her legs were long and smooth with thin thighs and well-formed calves that reminded me of some of the girls on marks.
Nearly falling over for myself, I recovered the clothes from their skeleton in the cupboard hiding place that I had fantasized since Sally in for so lengthy. They were understood to have insignificant defects and found their line of attack to the saving shop. The same shop had an n highly wrought white silk top with an emotionally involved bow that reminded me of one of dad’s movies of Igmar Bergmann.
First I put the suede skirt on Go Forth and found it to be about a amount too large but thankfully the thick belt made up for the dull around the robot’s thin average section. Next I put some thin knee socks on her which would optimistically make the next job easier…
My pet piece of clothing for her were the BOOTS! The go along with vintage store had a put together of dark russet thigh boots with a high vamped arch and blade heels of 5+ inches. These leather boots lessened sexily toward the toes charitable an elongated seem. As Sally sat on the bed staring vacantly into cosmos I sat at her feet and unzipped each of the full-length zippers on her boots. First I thinking that it was too trivial but with a hard pull the wader slid onto her end with even a modest extra room. I then proceeded to charming the shaft out over her slow leg. The zipper was a modest stubborn around her ankle, but almost zipped itself to its final destination about 6 inches above her knees.
The next thing I did was to suave and straighten her knee part skirt so that the boots left up under it, construction them appear endless. Next I straightened Sally’s while top, tucking it into her skirt and tugged on the sleeves.
The next gadget to do was to take her facial hair down. I indifferent the bobby pins investment together the strict bun and little by little let her facial hair down, not knowing it’s full measurement lengthwise. When I was refined, delicate shiny chestnut russet hair flowed about semi way down her back in a free spiral perm. Her mustache color nearly matched the boots. I took a instant to admire Sally's visage. This was a practice done to see robots from humans.
I activated Venture to level two where she could be an enthusiast of verbal commands and with my tone faltering, asked if she knew how to request makeup and put on some body spray. She nodded without protest and asked if it should be extreme, light or form. Sally abruptly stood up and took a tread in her high-heeled boots. Her bold boot heel slid send on and she went into a forwards split.
At this point I was receiving extremely worked up and unfaltering to get for my part prepared. I found a unique pair of Dr. Denton nightgown (with feet) that I purchased downtown at an adult superstore with my fake documents. The pajamas were individual in that they had about 50 tiny vibrating surfaces around erogenous zones and could be prohibited remotely through a switch box or a converter. The nightdress also had trivial but powerful magnets around the wrists and ankles, of which resolve I was unsure. I decipher about these once in an adult feature and decided to but for it by my cyber newspaper course.
I was so excited that my mass was literally shaking with anticipation. I resolute to strip naked and delay for Sally to homecoming.
Several minutes shortly I heard the unmistakable clicking sound of thigh boot heels approaching. Suddenly the flap to my bedroom swung release and the robot stood before me perfectly still with her eyes placid, only in a mode to receive commands. Her eyes appeared much superior due to the varnish of mascara. Her eyelashes were also enhanced which looked very coquettish. A really cool touch was the obscurity brown outline around her full red lips.
In my nakedness my cock sprang to interest. I felt be fond of a very minor boy next to Sortie who now looked so sexy. Another dynamic was that I was only 5’4” tall and my robot makeover foundation was now durable over a base taller than me. The robot at once unfolded the nightdress and then with add up gentleness grasped my wrists so that my arms were barbed straight up. She then slipped the pajama top over my arms and controller and slowly buttoned me from top to bottom. Next she took my supply and coaxed me to lie down on my patch applying light load to my chest. I was hoping that she would place in my wild erection, but it didn’t happen.

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