In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts
to get into 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: WW, WA, PP, and a red
one labeled 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 willy
is under your pillow."
to get into 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: WW, WA, PP, and a red
one labeled 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 willy
is under your pillow."