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The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there savoring the feeling, he
noticed the buttons he
had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW,
WA, FP, and a red
one label 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. Men's rooms 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 carressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring
flowers to his
unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom is more than a restroom,
it is a place of tender
loving pleasure. When the powderpuff completed its pleasure, he would
hardly wait to push
the ATR button, which he knew would be supreme ecstasy......
He knew he was in a hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse
was staring down at
him with a "smirk" on her face.
"What happened?" he exclaimed.
"You pushed one too many buttons'." replied the nurse. "The last button
marked ATR was
an automatic tampon remover. Your penis is under your pillow."
