The machine was supposed to “hand roll” taffy into a long tube that would be cut up and wrapped for sale. The idea was that we would take home as many of the devices as we could carry in our cars, vans, or pickup trucks, and then carefully disassemble and clean them. But it didn’t. It adapted the most sophisticated robotics available for pleasure purposes. She had set them for a series of eight or ten high intensity pulses about every second. After a little while, my prick once again became stiff and I could feel an orgasm just starting to boil deep in my balls. I could tell you things about Peter Pan, and the Wizard of Oz, there’s a dirty old man.”
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