The news is abuzz with excitement. Is this the worlds best job or what?
That’s a serious sized toy she’s holding in the top photo. Is that red & white box the battery pack for that big boy? I don’t know what else that could be.
Looks like a normal magic wand. I hope you don’t think you’re supposed to insert it.
:smack: So that’s what we’ve doing wrong. 
I’ve seen them used in movies.
There’s a French-owned and -operated brothel in Bangkok called Eden Club. (They have a website.) They hire only bisexual girls, and the customer has to take at least two with no upward limit. They have, or at least had, a guy who auditions the new applicants. I always thought that must be a pretty good job, but I don’t know if they pay him.
Doesn’t sound like a good job at all to me, but I’d like to be her assistant. Her “right hand man,” if you will.
It sounds like a good job, but what happens when you get the toys that don’t work right? Think about all the misshaps!
I wonder if she has some good ER stories.
“This butt plug is too large.”
“This cock ring is too small.”
“This double-headed dildo is just right.”
When advice is given to young people just sitting out on the voyage of life about what they should do you often hear some variation on, “Go with what you love to do and success will follow.”
Well, who doesn’t like getting off?
With my luck, this would be my first toy to test:
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Attach metal clips to nutsack and shove large one up ass.
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Set taser to full power, engage.
Um, no. Best sex toy is still a girl.
Twenty francs a week.
Well, that article does say
Woody Allen in “What’s New, Pussycat?”:
“I just got a job as a dresser in a strip club. It’s only two dollars an hour, but that’s all I could afford.”
a) beat you to it
b) You misquoted.
15 orgasms a week?
Damn slacker.
I’m not sure that such reviews are all that helpful due to the subjective nature of the experience. What if she gives some item a C-Plus rating just because it wasn’t the kind of thing she was in the mood for? Or a mediocre item gets rave reviews because damn, she needed it bad that day? Or the obvious fact that what she likes is not what others may like?
That’d be one Hell of a Workman’s Comp claim.
(Hollywood would be clamoring for the movie rights for the paperwork alone…)
When I was kid I loved to fish. I often helped my dad put shrimp/minnows/whatever on the hooks. He often told me I was good at it. So good that I should work hard and eventually go pro.
I did just that and am now living the dream of being a Master Baiter.
At least you’re not a hooker.
As an insurance professional I look forward to setting the workers comp rates for the new occupational category of sex toy tester. I especially look forward to studying the claim files to determine the nature and frequency of hazards. I think it should be mandatory that all claims be written up in Penthouse Forum style. (I never thought this would happen to me,
but . . .)