Humans are naught but bundles of reflex arcs, stimulus-driven machines, incapable of original thought, much less creation. We're the ones who write th... story; we're the true authors and creators. Only out of pity do we let the human hunched over at the desk with hands curled over the keyboard attach her name to the words. There's also, of course, the unfortunate circumstance that pens and typewriters can't legally collect royalties.My last "owner" was so excited when she finally broke down and. I found an expensive but high quality MIG welding system on Ebay and paid a premium to get it. I was ready to step out on my own.When it came in, I was surprised at the size of it. After I tore down the wood shipping crate I found that it held a welder with all the associated kit mounted on a waist-high floor-standing Snap-On tool chest, stuffed to the gills! What was the idea?I tore it all down, categorized the tools and wiped everything down with light coating of cutting oil. Under a tray of. "I see you are stimulated." The doctor wrapped one hand around my shaft and started wanking my dick to get it harder. Then after a minute or so of doing this she pulled off my bathrobe completely, and threw it on into one corner, leaving me totally naked. My dick was semi erect with mom still positioned doggie fashion on the sofa a couple of feet in front of me."That's better," said the doctor. "Now you can proceed more naturally." She looked quite pleased at my nakedness, and I was secretly. ’ A few minutes the maitre de returned with the hostess, wearing a kimono. ‘This is Syouko and she will be looking after you this evening.’ Syouko motioned for them to follow her as she led Sharon and John through the main restaurant and along a corridor. She stopped and pulled back the wall panel to an exquisite room. Japanese music was playing softly, there was rush matting on the floor. In the center of the room was a small table set into a recess in the floor, with two big cushions..