Monica Foster was never fond of the smell of man ass on her fingertips to begin with. Even though she was always willing to help out with a prostate massage, Monica hated herself in the morning for being the good sport. Because once that odor gets under your fingernails, it lingers there for days through soapy water and liquid bleach. And the more you do it, well you can figure that out. Then a friend of Monica's suggested she stop being an idiot and watch a few of those strap-on movies. It was as though she had attended one of those mind-rearranging seminars. The placid Monica now became this snarling she-devil, and her mind processed simple prostate requests in a much different way. Monica's now a better woman for it, and her hands smell a lot better, too.