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"If I had a real mouth, I would clean myself with it in front of you. As it is, I'm rather lost as to what to do now. Dr. Fields does not make this much of a mess."
Half an hour and a roll of paper towels later, David managed to clean up, though the distinct smell of spunk lingered prominently. It was more of a struggle to clothe himself, his member too sensitive to be careful no matter how he positioned it in his pants. He quickly resigned himself to stiffly waddling in the hopes of avoiding too much stimulation.
After a hellish trip to the door over discarded hardware, he turned one last time to the gynoid. For a moment, he thought that he could see a hint of loneliness in the unnatural glow of her blue eyes as she watched him leave. It may be all in his head, but he knew this would be his only chance.
"Same time tomorrow?
"I'd love to."
He reached for the door with a half-hidden smile, stopping right as he began to twist. He turned back once more, failing to hid his embarrassment.
"You know, I never did ask if you had a name."
She looked up at him, smiling.
"Hallie."
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