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 rem...nded 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 and unceremoniously pulled the pin. Joyce backed into the far corner of the booth and into a fetal position.. As her tongue started to flick the tip of my clit, I hissed, threw my head back, and my whole body began to shake. It was heaven and it was hell. I was going to explode in her mouth as her tongue started to speed up, flicking harder and faster.Then she stopped and breathed all over my pussy.Instantly she started again. Taking it in turns to speed up and then slow down. Bringing me so close to cumming, only to slow down almost to a stop. I felt myself thrusting my hips back and forth into her. After leaving The State Department office she was led, in that 'Moses Parting the Sea' mode, to an area on the north end of Grant Park.Once they had arrived there, her Living God did something and an eight foot circle of haze appeared before their path. 'You need rest, shelter and food, Little One. Follow after me, ' came the explanation and command.Bowing once again, to acknowledge her agreement, Tao Lin carefully traced the steps of her companion and passing through the haze found herself in. He picked up a bunch of paint cans and brushes and drove all over the city, leaving signs in major public places, telling whoever was reading that they should go to the Brown Derby on Wilshire Blvd for a message. Eventually, he got tired of painting long sets of instructions and just wrote, “GO TO BROWN DERBY (WILSHIRE)” over and over. After over twenty such messages, he noticed the sun was getting low in the sky. It just took too long to drive everywhere, given how slowly he had to go to avoid.