.. A second robotic arm holds me around the waist and pushes me into the sucker. The tightfleshy feel consumes my dick and my boobs press against the ...old metal railing of the conveyor belt. Themachine kicks on and starts squeezing and loosening. The contractions force me to become hard, whichmakes the machine even tighter, and feel ten times better. On average, a tolurad's dick is over 13 incheslong (crazy, but we were bred for this) and – lets just say, you can barely cross your fingers. “…You remember that special smell, …that special word don’t you?…”Her voice was calm, reasonable. Modulated with sympathy for his evident suffering.She didn’t however wait for any sort of muffled reply from the anonymously hooded male subject before continuing on her one sided discourse serenely.“…Yes of course you do… You know that only when you feel the vapour take you to me as you breathe it in, and hear that special word,…can you be allowed to spill for me…. You must suffer a little while. She stopped kissing me“No-No, we can’t this is just wrong” she said only half convincing me she didn’t want it.“That not what you said last night, so your choice. It’s either your hand or your mouth” I can’t believe I just said that, and people thought I had low confidence, I felt like a different person, like she was just a puppet and I had full control of her strings. She looked down and said “Well...least you’re bigger than your dad is” I once again motioned her hand to my penis, but once. "I hear you chuckle, "you may have to visit here more often..." your fingers run up and down my back, making me shiver... you moan as my nipples stiffen again. You mumble something about needing a drink. I smile moving off of you, my skirt hiked up to my hips and my blouse and bra totally open, I walk to the mini fridge bending over, showing my ass, to get some alcohol. I feel you behind me, your hand gently caressing my sore ass. Rubbing my pussy juice and your cum into my ass crack. You.