"Dorothy banged on the metal. "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." That'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.. Flipping the pad open I stepped back, taking my satchel with me as I sat down, the pad balanced on my thigh. "Comfortable? This will take a few minutes.Chris never moved.I took a pencil from my jacket pocket and started, my fingers as always trying to hang on to the pencil as it flicked across the pad. My pencil is not magic, it's just an ordinary artists pencil, it's just that when I sketch I always feel as if the pencil is controlled by my eyes, not my fingers, they are just along for the. I mean, can you imagine me in low-riders and a midriff top? I’d just look like a careless pig. So I tend to overdress a little bit most of the time, so I can get to feel at least a bit attractive and in control.’ I talked about my life, such as it was, and what I did for work and for fun. It turned out we’d read a lot of the same stuff, we liked the same movies, neither of us could make heads or tails out of modern music. We made jokes about everybody, we flirted all over the place, and we were. I was slapping her buttock, her bumps turned red also she was moaning I was again ramming her in increased pace I wanted to see her face and she told me that she was going to cum so I stopped and I wanted her to ride me so l slept and made her sit on me with my cock in her pussy it was very new to her I told her to move up and down she was moaning and even I gradually gave sudden jerks to her and finally even I was ready and I increased the speed by this time she was shouting and she.