But I feel fine, now. I have never felt better.”“So no weird side effects or anything like that?”“Nope. Well ... not really.”“What do you ...ean,” Raymond asked genuinely curious.“Well I guess you could call them growing pains. I had to learn how to deal with the nanites on a personal level, but now we get along just fine.”“You’re in contact with the nano ... um, nany,” Raymond tried asking while going back over the note he had just read.“Nanites, Dad. They are microscopic robots. And yes, I am. Every morning and evening I would put the dildo in my mouth and play with myself until I reached an orgasm. I would practice going deeper in my throat enjoying the gagging feeling and masturbate. I would imagine myself being in front of a man. I would sit on my knees and masturbate like that. Sometimes watching movies on my laptop on the same time. Always hoping in school that somebody would see me and pick me out, pull me in a toilet and fuck my mouth.When I was 17 orso I was so frustrated and. She stood up and bent right over him, her lips inches from his…“Wanna kiss me, Father?” she breathed. “Wanna share your own filth in a dirty kiss?”She didn’t wait for a reply, her mouth mashed down on his, her tongue flicking in and out, she was breathing fast and he was wanking as she kissed him, now deeply. He could smell his filth off of her mouth and he could taste it now, too.The girl stood up suddenly. She stood with her legs apart and slid her middle finger up and down that beautiful. I even had cards, signs I made up giving brief messages that described what I was - like how many mags I had, that girls made me cum in my pants, that I was a wanker, and so on. So when one of the street sex-queens decided She wanted me to pay, I'd have the signs for Her to read out, and She'd make me cum in my pants as She did, saying to me afterwards "you ARE a pervert, aren't you!" Of course, all my mags were spread around too. I often parked along a street in Hull where the street.