In a
the
men's restroom, but it had always been occupied.
A nurse noticed his predicament.
"Sir," she said "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch
any
of the buttons on the wall."
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he
had
promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters:
ATR.
Who would know if he touched them?
He couldn't resist.. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon
his
bottom.
What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things
like this.
Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air
replaced
the warm water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed
his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable
pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender
loving
pleasure.
When the powder puff
completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he
knew would be supreme ecstasy.
Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a
nurse
was staring down at him.
"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I remember was pushing
the
ATR button".
"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your
pillow."
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