That Sammy squirmed against her again for a moment before wandering to finish himself by hand in his bed didn't concern Senti, who slept deeply through til morning undisturbed by the lewd, wet, excited noises coming from a few feet away. Her programming apparently didn't include fearful waking up when there was the sound and smell of sex in the room.<br/><br/>It was morning when she woke, though the sight that faced her was somewhat familiar from however many hours ago that it had been. Crouched on the corner of his bed was Sammy, this time naked in all his gaunt, boney glory. He had an erection in one hand which he pumped happily from where it protruded between his two thighs, and seemingly had been doing for a short while already considering some of the mess on the floor between his bed and her body, where he was pointing. Her blanket had been rolled back, which was good in the she felt a little fresher, and undoubtedly the cause of his excitement. His eyes were studying her exposed chest intently and occasionally his pink tongue rubbed at his too-dry lips to restore a little life into them. The door beyond was shut, but she could vaguely hear Smith out there preparing himself another monstrously large breakfast.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>