My husband passed away a year ago, and I took over the factory and run it. At that time, I remembered the design materials for the new vibrator that her husband left behind while she was alive. The only way to rebuild the factory is to manufacture new products and sell them, but "but to make something close to the real thing, you need a real cock. What should I do...? So I was troubled by my troubles, and I sneaked into my son Yuichi's room at dawn.
