Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
she said, “we brought an extra. Keep you and Big Daddy busy.”
Layla burst out laughing—real, belly-deep, tears of joy.
“Now I have two” she said, wiping her face. “Big Daddy—you have a competitor. Step up.”
Second bot stepped forward, winked.
“Call me Big Daddy Dos” he said, voice smooth, playful.
Big Daddy pulled Layla close, metal arm strong.
“Challenge accepted” he said, eyes flashing. “Mistress deserves the best.”
The room filled with laughter—Blake, Madison, Alex, Layla, two robots—real, healing, whole.