In my final throes of ecstasy, I heard her muffle a wet exclamation as I exploded, arching from the bed in a bow that bent, and bent, and finally, mer...ifully, boke. I sprawled out, the pillow still pressed against my face, my chest rising and falling to catch desperate breaths. “Um, Elena?”“Yes?” I asked from beneath the pillow. “Do you feel… different?”“I’ve never felt anything quite like that.” I laughed.“That’s not what I mean. I’m going to take the pillow off your face, and I need you to. She wanted to know what they were doing." Searching?" No I think they were measuring things. They definitely weren't metal detectors like mine. I don't know what they were but I wrote down a few things I saw labelled on their equipment." "Good work! We're like proper detectives!" Ruth is really into science; she might know what a Flux Sensor is. I'll call her." He picked up the phone and dialled. He got some bad news."Not there you say? Taken away for more tests. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down. It became my primary need whenever I was getting a chance to ask for something.It did not take much time for her to say ok, just to listen to one of my fantasy story involving her and her co-worker. A good-looking guy who used to give her a drive from office at times. That story involved she is seducing him in office and giving him the best blow job she ever gave to a man, and she slowly becoming like a whore – who blindly does sexual acts on him as per my wish.When I text her to go to him and.