Methodically.

Brad turned to Monica. "Lay down on the bed and play with your tits. You," he said to Daphne, "undress me."

She began to unbutton his shirt as Monica did what he said. She stared listlessly at the ceiling and mechanically bounced her breasts up and down. As Daphne removed his shirt, brushing her tits against his bare chest in the process, he asked about Monica.

"What do you think we should do with her?"

Daphne looked her over as tugged at his shorts. Monica was bouncing her own breasts with a lazy smile, completely oblivious to their conversation. "I've got an idea," she said after a moment of thought. "Why don't we have her pleasure you while I dance for you?"

Brad nodded. "That sounds great. Uh, Monica, please come pleasure me."

Monica stood, still bouncing her tits, and stood in front of him. "In what way?" she asked tonelessly.

"Suck his cock," Daphne said. Monica wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him and Brad sat back on the bed. The whole thing suddenly took on a dreamlike quality and he felt slightly overwhelmed.

As if sensing his thoughts, Daphne smiled and put a hand on his face. "Just relax," she said. "Let us take care of you."

As if on cue, he felt Monica's tongue tickling his erect shaft. His eyes never left Daphne, who was now slowly moving to an unseen rhythm. She closed her eyes and parted her lips sensually as she gyrated, first thrusting out her hips, then her chest, then her ass. It was all Brad could do to keep from blowing his load right then.

He was distracted by a sudden warmth as Monica enveloped his cock with her mouth. She slowly, deliberately moved her lips up and down his shaft while her tongue danced nimbly around it, seeming to caress it from all directions at once. Daphne spoke, her voice dripping with arousal.

"Like what you see?" she asked, and smacked her ass. It jiggled enticingly and Brad's cock twitched, sliding along the roof of Monica's mouth, and that little twinge of pleasure pushed him over the edge. He moaned in pleasure and gripped Monica's head hard, impaling her on himself. She didn't gag or wince or react in anyway other than to greedily slurp down his load as fast as he could pump it into her.

When he was finished, he released his grip and fell back onto the bed. He panted and stared up at the ceiling while Monica continued to slurp away on his deflating cock.

"You can stop sucking my cock," he said, but she continued. He looked at Daphne questioningly.

She sat next to him on the bed, her firm, juicy ass just inches from his face. "You're correct that she can stop sucking your cock," Daphne explained. "You're not used to giving orders. Monica, stop sucking his cock."

Monica immediately pulled back and sat on her knees, expressionlessly staring at his flaccid member. Brad lay still, catching his breath. Daphne curled up on the bed next to him and ran her fingernails across his bare chest lovingly.

"That was amazing," he said. "Thank you."

She beamed at the praise. "I'm glad I could help. I thought you might like that, since you specified exactly how you wanted me to look. Anyone can suck your cock, but I'm the only one who was designed specifically for you. Did Monica do good?"

"She sure did," Brad said. He put his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling. "I could get used to this."

Daphne chuckled. "I told you, most people who try a second golem end up purchasing it. But this is just the tip of the iceberg. We've got dozens of scripts to try, and with two golems, the possibilities are virtually endless."

"Yeah?" Brad asked, turning to her. He was struck again by her unearthly beauty. "Got any ideas?"

"As a matter of fact," she said playfully, "I do."