My Remote Controlled Gothic Hottie
Drew Robinson had just turned eighteen years of age and was halfway through his senior year of high school. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but his self-confidence was a little lacking and the fact that most girls in the school knew that he was a pervert kept him from scoring a girlfriend. He lived with his Dad, who owned a lucrative sex toy business and had apparently had a breakthrough recently in product development. One day, Drew just happened to be a fly on the wall at the right moment while...