As Dean lay back on the dingy motel bed, he sighed and looked to the side to see his favourite companion 'magic fingers'. Excitement ran through Dean as he knew every quarter he would use would be worth his while. As Dean inserted a quarter he smiled; lying down to feel the vibrations running through the mattress he groaned. Dean knew he could go out and more than likely get laid – he didn't need the mattress, but he couldn't deny the fact that 'magic fingers' gave him much more pleasure than any woman ever could. With pleasure running through his mind he moved his hand down towards the tent in his jeans. He could feel his hot, hard length pressing uncomfortably against the hard metal of his zipper.