I could do a video call, but I’m concerned that if the flow is interrupted by pausing to turn on the video, the moment is lost.”“Wow, so you’r... really going to try and do this, huh?" asked Trista.“What do you think we’ve been talking about all night,” laughed Terrana. “I just have to find the right person, I guess.”Terrana finished her shower and grabbed the towel from the rack next to the shower. She stood there smelling the aroma of cocoa butter and peaches as she began drying herself off,. To my horror, I discovered that I have inadvertently transported myself to a 'cocksucker world', where I was bound to service countless cocks in the most disgusting ways possible. I would be in a sexual frenzy performing orally here, and am locked into this mode until the device releases me...in one month! The time limit had not occurred to me, and now I was stranded in this vile place doing obscene oral service for thirty days because I had been so stupid!I had set the device , mentally , to. I was so excited at the flexibility of this new discovery that the teacher asked me if I was all right."Sorry, I just solved a tricky mental problem I've been working on. Nothing to do with your class, sorry. Just pretend I'm not here." As you're pretending about me, haha." (The humor because I got very good grades in her class, so she was happy with me.) She returned to her lesson, I returned to my experiments.I wondered how flexible it was. It was trivially easy to imagine a pointing finger,. I would rather have been reading about firemen. I felt worse when my knocks went unanswered again. I had visions of Richard in a straight jacket, taking shock treatments. I turned to my apartment and saw a large package waiting in front of my door. It was addressed to me with a return address of Themes Publishing, located in the Brindle Building. The scene of the infamous coffee incident. Once inside, I opened the package. Inside the box was another box from La Casa di Moda, a ritzy downtown.