His lean fingers danced over the strings, the blue painted wood shiny slightly in the setting sun’s light. Stop teasing my and fill me…” I whispered. I shut my eyes, trying to relax the muscles in my back. I nodded, sitting up. Letting Scrap go on ahead toward the clock tower, I stopped to listen to the violin music. “Scrap time to head home.” In response, the automaton straightened slightly, hissed and clomped toward the door. I breathed out in bliss. “And when did you even get one?” “I’ve known how since I was a child. I could feel his growing length through his pants. I moaned softly, his hands tugging at my pantaloons. Whimpering I arched my back. I had learned how to reply and behave by now. I did as I was told, resting my arms on either side.
