“FUCK!” I yelled as I looked at myself. I looked like a younger version of Conan The Barbarian.Instantly, I thought of the magnetic Angels and rub...ed them against my thigh, through the soft material of my sweats. I knew they had to be the cause of at least some of this crazy shit that’s happening to me!Damn, I forgot to even put on underwear. Hell, no one will ever know.I walked out front to get my bike and saw Jan and Jen sitting on their bikes, each wearing identical mini skirts and tight. As I cook, you take a shower and change. We chat over a 3-course meal and are getting on well together. After the meal we sit chatting and laughing. We run out of wine and you tell me you have a bottle of champagne. We begin to get tipsy and the talk turns to sex and previous lovers - and what turns us both on. I tell you I was once at a friend’s house and caught his mother masturbating (she didn't see me) and ever since then I have been really turned on watching women masturbate. You leave the. Her knife blade moved. The tip carefully dragged up the side of the cute teens face until it reached the corner of one beautiful blue eye. "Please don't. You don't have to do this. My parents are rich. We'll pay you. I promise I won't tell the police" I continued stroking my bloody cock as I silently mocked the pathetic girl. Show me what you want. The thought more for my lover than myself.She applied the slightest bit of pressure on the knife and it pierced the edge of the sclera, just outside. Nine or ten inches long and a couple of inches wide, it must have been. Pale, almost platinum in color. Of course -- it had been force-grown from a stem cell culture. And she was rubbing something glistening and creamy on it. Syntholube."The purpose of what comes next is to condition and train your sphincter and rectum for the requirements of a Sex Machine operative. Depending on the assignment, you may be required to have anal intercourse a dozen or more times in a single four-hour work.