Then it would begin fucking me with all seven inches of hard rubber. I enjoyed it!’”
“Do you want to?” I asked. All of that would have remained just a distraction to my pursuit of an eventual automation management degree if fate had not intervened in the form of a small overnight fire in the engineering building. and building a true prototype of the first Tiffany Pleasure Machine. I don’t know if she set a constant number of cycles or if the program sensed when my prick became totally limp, but after about ten seconds the pulses stopped. Then my mind went into that panic mode where you are thinking so fast that when you play it back later in your memory, it’s in slow motion. Yes, anything to get this to stop… The idea was that we would take home as many of the devices as we could carry in our cars, vans, or pickup trucks, and then carefully disassemble and clean them.
