No more games.

"Raven," I said with authority in my voice, "I'm not in the mood for games." She turned her head smirking. "Neither am I." She turned around and pressed her large tits against my chest, her smirk never fading for an instant. Her hand reached down and she began to run her finger along my throbbing cock.

"I was just trying to see," she explained, "just what you were into. I'm going to be your fucktoy for a long time, John." She gave me a quick kiss as her hand squeezed my dick gently. "And I intend to make you very happy during that time. Can I ask a quick favor?" she asked, a touch of pleading in her voice. With her hand gently stroking my cock, she could have asked me to **** my own mother and I'd agree.

"Sure," I replied. "Can I run my synchro program? It's a special option in us newer models that allow us to reach orgasm whenever our owners do. Please? I want to have every single reason to make you happy," she said, stunning me. These things were really programmed for service. I nodded. "Go ahead and run it." Her eyes fluttered. "Thanks, John. Okay, stud," she purred, "what should we do first? Maybe a tittifuck? You gave me these mounds for a reason, right?"