- Adrian ... Adrian!

Someone shook me noticeably and in addition pinched my buttocks. And called by name. The voice is rather pleasant, feminine, young ... Oh! Consciousness quickly returned to me. I opened my eyes, and found that I was still lying on Jess, clenching her thin wrists in my fists ... I opened my hands with difficulty (my fingers were stamped on my skin), I looked at the girl. She watched me anxiously.

- Are you okay? - It seems we asked it in chorus.

And both nodded in response, synchronously. I, too, sweet couple. I smiled a little, raised myself on the bed, and realized that I was still lying with a member inserted into Jag's vagina. And he is still hard. Wow, I gave a marathon ... Having finally saved the girl from her tiresome but pleasant presence in close and intimate proximity, I noticed a huge wet spot on the sheets. There was both sperm and blood ... I whipped sperm well, if not a hundred grams ... Ay do not care. Later I will settle all questions with the attendants, if they arise. I felt so good now that I didn’t want anything at all. Totally. I fell on the bed, Jess immediately nestled against me.

- Do not be afraid that you cum in me, it is completely safe. There is no reproductive system in my body, so conception is impossible. And venereal diseases are not terrible for me.

- I'm not afraid. - I told the truth. Suppose that at the time of orgasm I could not control myself, but before sex I had a choice - whether to wear a condom. I thought it was stupid.

Sex bots are designed for enjoyment, not for the problems that may follow. This is an axiom. And the biggest fear of all public houses. Who needs live prostitutes capable of catching a clap or something worse? And no one wants to spend money on abortion. In general, it seems that with the advent of Jess, the second oldest profession in the world died safely. Well, or is about to die. Or, most likely, just go to a new level. All fresh, elegant, sexy and well-groomed blondes, brunettes, redheads, whites and Asians, black women - they will all be crammed with nanites, they won't need either sleep, or rest, or even water with food. They will have the most high-calorie food on the planet in abundance, because a blowjob is one of the most popular and cheap services ...

- How many times have you finished? - I was curious what I got up with her?

- Twelve. - She smiled wistfully.

I whistled. However cool ...

- At the twelfth, you really exhausted me ...

“I didn’t think I could do that to you.” - I did not know, embarrassed or proud. But Jess decided my doubts.

- Thank you, Adrian. - Warm tender lips gently touched my cheek.

- For what?!

- For awesome sex. It was magical. You are cool.

- You too. I have never felt this way in my life with any woman. It's true.

- And now you have become my full owner. - she continued, slowly stroking my nipples. - Until the very end of my operation, I become your property. You have the right to do with me what you want, even to sell.

- Sell? You? What for?!

- I do not know. - quietly she answered. - Anything can happen. But I am your thing, and you have the right to dispose of me. To rent or sell as you wish ... Although, I sincerely hope that this will not happen. I enjoy being with you.

I shook my head. Despite all my selfishness and dislike for people, such an idea - to sell a woman who just gave me such pleasure, seemed wild and stupid to me. Something not climbing in any gate.

- I see, Jess. I correctly understand that you will keep any of my orders unchanged and will carry out exactly?

Negro nodded.

“Then you and I will draw up a set of rules by which you will live.” Nothing so impracticable and seriously disturbing. This is for your and my convenience. I can cancel or change the rules, I can add new ones. No one else has the right to change them.

- Accepted.

- Then here's your first point - you will never interfere in my personal life without my direct order. I can bring other girls home, have sex with them, or demand that you do it - all this goes without saying. But you will not get into digging into my personal data and in my past. Only with my permission.

- Accepted.

- Very well ... Tell me, what time is it?

- Exactly seventeen thirty two.

Slept well. The heat subsides, and soon the streets are mired in the night mist, illuminated by neon, lanterns and car headlights. It will be possible to take a walk, or ... To be honest, all this jungle exotica has already bothered me to the extreme. I wanted to go home. It's warm there too.

I got out of bed (because of being unaccustomed and because I was a little unsteady from overzealting), I reached out and went to the window. The city was noisy, lived, sounded.

Jess, stepping softly on her cat's gait, came up behind her and laid her head on my shoulder.

- Master ... - I heard, or she has a guilty voice?

- I am listening you.

- I am guilty before you.

Oh how. Seriously? And when did you have time?

- What is to blame?

“While you were sleeping, I ...” the black woman inhaled deeper, as if deciding. I have already mentally presented the sequels: “I slept with the whole hotel,” “Drugs trafficking”, “I went and stole my new dresses” ... - I arranged a search on the Net and found out about you what was in the public domain.

Hmm ... And what am I in the public domain? Social networks, all sorts of nonsense in the old blogs, tons of photos (to get rid of the official tax authorities, I registered as a “free landscape photographer”). It seems to be nothing so terrible. I do not publish on the Web that can compromise me.

- True? And why do you think that is to blame? After all, I ordered you not to go into my data not before sex, but after. You just satisfied curiosity.

- I know, but ... I stumbled upon an old chat dump that you had with one girl. There were gigabytes of data, and I decided to study you a little better ... - Jess lowered her head, obviously, terribly wanting to fail with shame.

Ah, so that means ... Curious. Old dump means. That the system never erases anything - I knew without Jess. Even if both users delete their chats at the same time, it will not change anything. Dumps are archived and stored on cloud farms. Most often, nobody cares about them. But who will understand the logic of artificial intelligence?

And by the way, where is the border for honey for free and not free access? As for the communication itself ... I had such a long and detailed correspondence with only one woman in my life. That one, because of which, and decided to flee to the jungle. From which broke two months ago, and still licked wounds. Now I understand why Jess burns with shame: in those chat rooms there were really very “personal” moments. To put it bluntly: virtual sex with all the details, and quite a real nude photo. She and I didn’t really distinguish the real and virtual side of our love. And here's the result ...

- I see. - I sighed. - Do not worry so, it is the matter of bygone days. And by the way, if you want to make amends, then do something.

- Anything! - Jess threw up and flashed her eyes, which was a mad hope. I even felt uncomfortable.

- I want you to dump this dump with chat to my personal server. Take the address and details in the communicator ... There you are, I hope you have not climbed?

- What are you, master! I will never dare without your knowledge ... Everything is done this minute. - This naughty chocolate assured me.

- Perfectly. And after you reset the file, erase it from the server where you found it. Can you

“No problem,” Jess assured. - This is not a server, but one name. Come whoever you want, take what you want.

- Wonderful. - I slapped her on the pope. - Actually, I have to thank you.If it were not for you, who knows where this dump might be ...