were made by a good master. On them the hostess of the estate was depicted in the most varied attires, to a greater degree corresponding to the atmosphere of the Gothic Middle Ages. It is for the honor to attract the attention of such beautiful ladies, the fearless knights summoned each other to a duel, showing their prowess and courage. Irina in these costumes was so gorgeous that you couldn't take your eyes off ...

- Did you like the photos? - the voice of the girl returned Alex to the 21st century

“They are excellent and will decorate the cover of any publication,” Telegin replied, looking up at the heroine of the photo shoot. In life, it is no worse. A contented smile again lit up a pretty face. Definitely, the girl knew her worth.

- Do you like Mr. Tolstoy? - suddenly asked Telegin. In the dark eyes of Irina showed astonishment. However, the girl did not go away from the question, took a sip of coffee and said:

“If I didn’t love Arkady, I’d hardly be with him.” I can say that this is a man of my dreams.

“So you're ready to marry him?”

Irina grinned

- This is not a question yet. We are good now. But I don’t understand how these questions have anything to do with my work - nevertheless Mrs. Editor-in-Chief expressed her stupidity out loud.

Alex smiled softly.

- I would like to reveal your image not so much as a journalism professional, as a charming woman you are ...

Irina bowed her head and looked at her interlocutor with great interest. In the almond-shaped eyes flashed a certain thought.

- If you find your questions helpful, then so be it. They told me about you as a person who knows his business, so I trust your professionalism.

- Thank you, I am flattered - Telegin expressed his gratitude - believe, this interview is important for you as well as for me

- A journalist in the role of a psychologist - said Irina with irony - I heard about this reception. Go on - she said even with some challenge.

What can I say - the new software model was simply amazing. Irina was so reminiscent of a real ambitious woman that even Alex himself doubted her artificial origin.

- Do you remember your first man?

The girl opened her mouth for an indignant response, but changed her mind, responding in a calm tone:

- I am not accustomed to discuss my past personal life - Irina even smiled - she is not as interesting as now. I will say one thing. I have been in the company of beautiful and famous men more than once, but not one of them was able to achieve a close relationship with me. Only Arkady could do it!

- That is, I, especially, have no chance?

Now the girl was not surprised by the strange questions of Alex. She decided to put in the place of the annoying "colleague"

- You are in the list of my fans would occupy the last hopeless place! - remarked with a malicious tone - not rich, not famous, and even your appearance is ordinary.

- Thank you for your frankness - Telegin chuckled - however, you already said something similar at our first meeting.

Dark eyes goggled at him

- Have we already met?

- Yes, and were very close ...

- It could not be in principle! - declared, as the indestructible truth, Irina.

Alex took a thin hand in his palm

- nevertheless it happened

Girl disdainfully pulled out her palm:

- What do you allow yourself, I will now call the guard!

“You will not do this,” Alex, of course, was risking not to rush to call the submission code. A guard could burst into the room at any moment and throw it away. There may have been more severe consequences. But he continued to attentively look at the pupa that was crimson from indignation, thus trying to recall its role in its existence. After all, Shevchenko promised that his image of the owner will remain forever in the subconscious of an artificial girl. The score went on a second. As a bright sparkle flashed in the dark eyes of the pupa

“It can't be ...” she whispered in a frightened tone. Alex let out a sigh of relief - it seems that Irina recognized him. Telegin touched the smooth cheek - the dolly took his stroking, for granted, only once again said quietly:

- It is not right...

- That's right - encouraged the girl Alex, inquiring about the room where there are no cameras

- In our bedroom - she answered quietly

- Take me there ...

Irina once again, timidly glancing at him, nodded submissively and headed in the indicated direction.

The bedroom was chic. Especially luxurious looked a huge four-poster bed on which at least five people could lie down.

Alex went up to Irina and kissed her soft lips. The girl is not that responded to a kiss, but did not move away. Telegin began to unbutton her blue dress

- Maybe we should stop - asked the girl - because I should not do that

“You have to do what I say,” Alex told the doll tenderly. Irina was so charming that he could not resist the desire to possess her.

- Yes, I understand that

Alex eagerly sat on the edge of a posh box.

- Come to me - undress

And now, as if he rediscovers for himself the revived likeness of a man, driven by incomprehensible artificial intelligence. Telegin is overwhelmed by conflicting feelings, when Irina is still uncertain about her dress over her head, revealing magnificent forms of flesh to his eyes.

- Undress me.

The girl dutifully executes his command. She sits Telegin on her knees, her graceful fingers deftly unfasten her shirt, her warm hands gently move over his chest and stomach. Telegin felt like a child, clinging to his beloved toy, smooth and elastic, feeling vague pleasure, when thin fingers approached his penis. Irina finally realized that her true love is this nondescript young journalist. Why did this happen, the girl could not comprehend. But from somewhere inside her, her actions were driven by an irresistible desire to make a very pleasant guy, whom she half an hour ago seriously, like a man did not even take. And where did her haughty indulgence go?

Irina continued her exposure. She looked like a Telegin statue. Her slender hips smoothly turned into perfect roundness of the buttocks, making it look like a graceful glass. Dark long hair falls on perfectly shaped shoulders and back. Over the next few minutes, Irina gracefully removes her stockings, and here is her flawless figure again beside Alex. He has long been completely naked. A wave of anticipation sweeps through his body. The hand of the girl gently squeezes the head of his penis.In response to Irina’s little noticeable nod, the tongue cleverly slides along its rising member. Alex only throws back his head, feeling the pupa’s lips gently clasp his languishing penis. Her swaying immaculate priest challenges Telegin to his accessibility. Surely she conceals for him unspoken pleasures. But now Alex just wanted to feel the sweetness of a tender body. Irina breaks off from skillful sucking and exposes her body to passionate hands and Telegin's lips. Five minutes later, the girl lifts her ass and opens it to him naturally - a piquant hole. Her sphincters resiliently and comfortably take on a weary penis. Their bodies are shaken by dimensional shocks. (Especially for eroticspace.info - sexitails.org) Telegin sees how the buttocks, the sloping back of the girl, are constantly drawing in his yearning tension. His passion seems to dissolve on the chessboard of calculated pleasures. For an artificial girl at the moment, there was so far only one main desire - to bring incomparable bliss to her master. Why she wanted to do this, Irina did not understand. But her whole being wanted to achieve just such a result! Although somewhere in the depths of the subconscious, the girl was ashamed of her behavior. After all, she voluntarily cheated on her Arcadia. But I couldn't help myself ...

Rolling up and shimmering in the eyes of euphoria overwhelms and envelops Alex. He leaves reality for a while. But only for a moment. As if waking up, and still absently looking at the nymph lying next to her, Alex realizes that he needs to conduct important procedures for examining the state of the model and provide her with a new batch of capsules of existence. The girl did not even notice a light touch to the ear. Her mind went blank ...

To be continued