Since when have I ever acted or been expected to act as a proper young lady? Perhaps it was when I was mucking out the horse's stalls? Was it when my ...ands bled as I scrubbed pots? Or, better yet, was it when I donned breeches, climbed into the flies and..."A man's quiet, gentle voice interrupted the girl's angry tirade with its soft, soothing sound."Christine..."The man's melodic voice caught the girl's attention and seemed to entrance her with a single word. She ceased speaking, her eyes. You know who you are and what’s important and you’re fine with that. That is cool. ‘Other guys see a standard of what’s hot now, in terms of clothes, music, language, whatever, and they conform skillfully. They’re seen as cool. And in that sense, they are cool. ‘You’re cool just being you. You don’t care what anybody thinks, except for today.’ I started waving my hands around, I guess expressing my confusion. ‘You’ve got to explain to me what this is. I have no idea. Why did you do this?’ My. The image is of 'The Orgasmotron 3000', a contraption that looks vaguely like a science fiction pistol. It's small enough to be hidden in a pocket, or in the palm of your hand, as another picture demonstrates. You read a bit of the blurb."The Orgasmotron 3000 is the leading edge of synchronous wave technology. When fired it projects an invisible beam at the target, which on contact gives them stimulation in the erogenous zones. In layman's terms, this gives the target a spontaneous, instant and. “Our scanners picked on a mass deep withing your rectum, Ma’am. I’m afraid I need to check on it.” Gonzales pushes a third finger in, merciless. The girl screams, before desperately holding back the sound.Fernando tears his eyes from the riveting scene just enough to verify that, yes, every single person in the room is watching his partner ass-rape this random foreigner with lust in their eyes. Including her boyfriend, who has a very telling tent on his beige shorts. What a fucking wuss….