Neither of us could think of anything that they were part of, or what they were designed for. After a minute or so Dylan said that we should keep them. I started to wonder if Dylan had set the timer of if he’d forgotten to. My last thought before the first orgasm hit me was of the magic wand and the fucking machine making me cum over and over until I blacked-out because of too much pleasure. It looked quite heavy and I helped him carry it upstairs with him refusing to tell me what it was. One being me travelling from the hotel right back to our house with me with no clothes on. We just made it to breakfast before they closed. One being me travelling from the hotel right back to our house with me with no clothes on. That sounded good to me so I went back to the bungalow to get the equipment. I can’t wait.”
“No, if I did that this machine could literally fuck you to death and for some strange reason I don’t want that to happen.”
I shrugged the robe off me and gave Dylan a nice, naked hug and a long kiss.
