Reluctantly you agree, but there's another condition

"Oh God," you mutter to yourself, trotting to the bike, and start to get on behind him.

"Not there, you'll fall off!"

You wince, realizing he's right, but really not wanting to sit up front. At least the back of his shirt would've isolated you from him but the front....

"Wait!" he cries out again, and from a place you don't want to think about he whips out a dildo. "Put this in your snatch," he tells you.

You stare at him and the dildo. The thing is freaking huge like someone's forearm, and it has short rubbery bristles along the sides like seaweed growing from the side.

"Oh yeah," he grins, I forgot you can't do it yourself. Allow me."