And scattered throughout the machine were small power boxes whose original purpose had been to weld battery packs for toys. And I felt the tip of the anal ram cylinder touch my asshole. There were weird “thumpers” which were intended to vibrate the long trays which slid potato chips from the cooker to the bagging area. The slightly harder rollers on my back caused me to sigh in contentment as the knots slowly disappeared from my lower back. I was bent all the way into a “V” with my butt high in the air when the warm oil began spraying on my ass. As Tom Lehrer, once sang way back in the 1960s, “When correctly viewed, EVERTHING is lewd.”
The ram cylinder which could be programed for different depth, speed, and intensity suddenly becomes a fucking machine in need of a dildo. I lost track of how many times my hijacked machine took me just to the edge and then slammed me back down, but it was starting to get light in the garage when I heard Tiffany’s voice from somewhere behind me.
