"Come with me," he tells you.You have just arrived in his workshop and he is already trying to place electric pads on your head. "Now, I only need to ...give you this injection and start stimulating your primal brain functions," he says. You are too overwhelmed by his enthusiasm to even recognize that the injection was given to you in an instant. The next thing you feel is a minor tickling on your head. You go with it, since it actually feels pretty nice.Suddenly you feel your breathing quickening. Thrusting away, she can feel it sliding in and out of her sore little rosebud. Her pussy hums, and she tries not think about it, focus on anything else. The taxes, that movie she watched last night, the weather, anything. Anything else at all! But she can't. She feels so good. Her pussy buzzs and a squelch is heard as Her squirming accidentally inserts both toys a little deeper into her swollen, used holes. She feels the wave coming again. No! Not again! She's come so often, so much, she can't. On the metal tube that rose up to the hand rest on the right front a large bulb horn, like on a kids bicycle, had been installed. Rising past the push handle on the left rear was a white plastic stick holding a bright orange triangular safety pennant five feet in the air. A round white placard hung from each armrest with a black numeral proclaiming Rebecca to be number 5. Speed Racer Tony thought amusedly. Even the tires had been treated with a tire-shine compound.It was a great prank, except. She wanted to dig her toes in the sand. The inviting beach shone brightly reflecting the romantic full moon hanging low above her head. She kept looking over her shoulder and in all the dark corners at the edge of the sand.Her uncle had told them that some of the females in the town had complained of some perverted men wandering the streets at night looking for lone women walking the streets for what one might surmise was an opportunity to locate a paying customer for their easy virtue.She.