0n my way bk I seen a pile of construction debris. In it was a thick broken mop handle, it was broken, about 2 1/2 ft long and about a 3 inches in cir...cumference with a rounded handle,.......ummmm the possibilities!!!......I took it, I found a big folding lawn chair w/ criss cross leather straps. I took them both inside, put a condom over the mop handle and sercured the multi spd cock ring around it, then lubed it good! Sam was still in his room. I pulled the brillo from my super full pipe. I noticed her one afternoon seating alone under an out door seating area reading a novel and i thought to myself why not go make small talk and see where it leads. I found her seating with her legs curled up under her in the way only girls seem to be able to and asked if her plan was to get leg cramps and she giggled "not really, why do you say so?" I pointed out that if i tried seating like she was i will only be inviting cramps and she laughed saying yeah,that can happen the first time but. I feel the fingers in my ass shift again, stretching it out, preparing me. Then I feel them pull away, being near ripped from my still tight asshole. I look at him as he stands before me but his eyes are on my front hole then he nods. “I’m gonna cum on your face first.” He decided before reaching up and grabbing my wrists in each hand. “But first…” he steps back and turns me around, slamming me face first onto the bonnet of the car. My eyes widen as I feel him pull my arms back behind me. Then. He sighed lightly, and reached behind him, finding and caressing her thigh a little. ‘It’s a serial number, which let the scientists know which model I was.’ She stopped massaging for half a second, then continued. A serial number? Why would they give him a serial number? ‘What do you mean? Are… are you a synth?’ She had a sickening feeling. Had she been having sex with a machine? He laughed some, and shook his head, which gave her infinite relief. ‘Not really, no. I guess I’m more of a.