“Wow…” he breathed in a quiet sort of awe, working hurriedly at his disrobing.
“I can’t help it,” whispered the thing, blinking mournfully. “I just need you so much…”
“Oh, that’s all right, baby,” he chuckled crookedly. “You go right ahead!” Yes, he knew it was just a simple pre-programmed response, probably triggered by the slowness of his approach, perhaps a mechanism to help motivate a customer who suddenly got cold feet, but he could not help being deeply affected. Mesmerized, he watched those shyly wanton hands cup and caress the high youthful mounds of the shapely woman-seeming torso. The sight was beautifully arousing.
Grinning tightly, he threw his shirt off, rustled his half-undone pants awkwardly down his shaking legs and kicked them away into the mess of packing detritus, and
