“Close your eyes,” he said.“You’re not going to ... you know ... what you said in the car ... ? I surprisingly asked.“Nooooo! - But I’d ce...tainly like to,” he again joked.“What? I repeated, shocked and excited by the fact that he, in no uncertain terms, his desire to give me a blow job.“Just close your eyes!” He laughed.I humorously obeyed his request and closed my eyes. I could then feel Matt begin to move closer as my heart began to race.What is he going to do? I thought.Just then I could. It also explained everything. Well, not everything, of course, there was the matter of just who the Hell I was, or what I was, or what to do about it. I looked around, and my dress was laying on the floor, soaked in vomit. I let out a heavy sigh. “Great…”I got out of bed, and almost immediately started to fall. I managed to get myself stable on the bed by standing and using my arms to support me in a triangle, leaving my newfound pecker just dangling in its hardness.“I’m not helping you with. She seems to panic even more by this as she cant see me. With one quick movement i force the leather hood over her head and she is plunged into further darkness. I take a chair from the corner and sit in front of her that i know who she is and what she has done and that her cover is blown and i want to know everything that she knows. She tries to say something but the ball gag makes her words come out as murmurs and whimpers. I unzip the the mouth piece of the hood and a long trail of saliva. "Christina, this is a huge purchase. Tell me I'm not making a mistake here." Look, Sam, the toy will not replace me. That's for sure. However, I will assure you that it will be a quantum leap better than your hand. It will also be a lot less expensive than a flesh and blood woman in the long run. You won't need to wine and dine and entertain her. She won't bitch or have a headache at critical times. I can go on and on about the advantages, but it's your decision." Okay, okay. I just hit enter.".