Pulling off my tee shirt and dropping my pants and kicking them off, standing in cum in my stocking clad feet, I start feeding the token machine and p...ick out a movie,they really don't matter since that's not why I'm here. My eyes drift down to the glory hole and I see light flickering and a finger sticking out this is why I'm here. My eyes look down at myself, I'm wearing white stockings and a garter belt, with my white bra and bikini panties. My cock starts to stir as I feel an eye ball. It's an ordinary device, though not as common as ones that deliver only one medication. The battery has to be replaced every five years, and the fluids topped off by hypodermic injection from time to time. All I did was add a radio-control circuit and reprogram the controller. You don't have to be a rocket scientist for that. Or a brain surgeon either, come to think of it.That spank was for not laughing. When I make a joke, you laugh. Understand?This it the remote control. It's set on very low. She can't just go scratching any old where. She's got to make sure everything's nice and pretty and smelling of roses. Besides, the feeling of cleanliness and the smell of something nice really help to get me ready for a good long 'scratch'," she said.He smiled and followed her along to their room.A few minutes later, as they laid a blanket over the new double-sprung mattress, she asked him what had happened to the old one."The delivery guys took it away. It was a bit knackered when they folded. That was Detlev’s idea, and he told me he’d even loan me his dad’s video camera for the occasion.So, three weeks after I moved up there, it was a Friday afternoon with the weekend coming up, and the twins and I were all sitting on the wide seat across the back of the bus as we rode home from school, laughing about all kinds of stuff as usual. As I looked across at them, I was thinking about things that had been going through my head for at least a week or so.Like all the rest of us, the twins.