"You have a deal," he said."Are you really paying for that? It's not gonna do anything," I said."Well, if it doesn't, I get my cash back. If it does, ...'ve hit thejackpot."I rolled my eyes as Chad bought the ring, and then followed him out of thestore."I'm gonna hit the bar and try this thing out. You in?" Chad asked,slipping the ring on."No, thanks. I have work in the morning, and should probably get home," Isaid, looking at my watch. As a 20 year old, working a full time jobkilled my social. I found the "Anal Amigo" that Mama had given me for my 17th birthday. It was like the other fake stiffies, but with a key difference. When you had it fully inserted into your warm place, you pushed a button and the head and three inches of shaft pistoned in and out. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. It was rubbing on my prostate and I was in heaven. What made me think I could give that up? The Anal Amigo took me to paradise five times that night and I fell asleep with it in my butt. My stomach was drenched with. After 10-15 minutes she declared, “Right, that it, no more work until tomorrow, agreed?” I agreed.We chatted about general, stuff and fixed a time for dinner. Whilst Sarah was technically my boss, because I was on secondment, we had a very relaxed relationship, more like peers so the conversation was a little friendlier than manager & staff might be. I need to make a call home later she informed me, to see everyone’s alright. I already knew she was a divorcee but now living with a partner. .. just put on two pairs of - of jeans. Get in the car right away!"A minute later you're doing your best to move in two pairs of jeans, even as your quickly cleaned waist began to wet with cum, your mother was driving furiously towards the hospital, constantly checking your pants to see if any of the constantly flowing cum would show.You were both ushered into a private room and a short, female doctor walked in, "So, John, is it? Pull your pants off, please."Nervously glancing at your slightly.