"So?" It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart." So what does that mean?" Dorothy asked."It means that I have sex for pleasure, not for love." ...hat's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But then, I do, too." Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man grinned. "Take a look at this!"He opened the small door in his groin, and out slid a shiny tube, studded with rivets.Dorothy stared. "How come that's not rusty?" Stainless steel," the Tin Man grinned. "I knew what parts were most. I showed Will and Nick to the guest room, and they were quickly curled up together in bed, Will spooning Nick in a perfect father-son tableau.I went back to my own room- now mine and my son’s room- and Leo was sitting there waiting on the bed. He had a puzzled look on his face.“What’s on your mind, son?”“Dad, what’s mentoring about?”“Mentoring, huh? Did Nick tell you about that?”“Yeah. He said he was really hoping you would be his mentor.”“Well, son, it’s something we do in our family. When a. Maybe, but the reason didn't matter. The leather restraints that held him exposed against the cold stone wall hurt less than the emptiness between his thighs. A voice, neither wholly male nor female had assured him the pain would go away.A muscle in his arm twitched and caused his left breast to wobble,which in turn prompted him to release a slight gasp of arousal. He wanted to see what he was now. He wanted to touch himself, be used by the owners of the smooth androgynous voices that had been. Five more times he struck and made the welts criss cross on her milky smooth cream colored ass cheeks. Then he surprised her by licking the welts, tasting her fear sweat. Then his tongue went between her legs, spreading her virgin pussy lips as it sought her clit.Finding it, he began to lick it slowly at first making her squirm. Then he started going faster till gods help her she screamed in orgasmic bliss. Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her, making her legs tremble till they gave out.