After that I could start my psychic healings.I wasn't about to dress for a storefront church, but I did put on my best jeans. I drove the minivan to t...e address clipped to my sun visor. The building was part of three attached buildings each sharing common interior walls. It was typical of the 1920s version of today's strip mall.The church was just as worn out as all the other holdover building from that era. The owner had long since given up trying to hold back the decay caused by the passage. Mary went to her sister and grabbed hold of her arms, “You can’t be serious. We can rebuild the parts. Or we can send Joni there as Joni X. She can get the parts back.”Calmly and quietly, Susan said, “Don’t be silly. Since when did that plan go well? Things always get damaged. We probably wouldn’t get the parts back in one piece. This is the only way.”Mary was starting to panic, “But we haven’t confirmed if you were impregnated by Gil yet. What if you get knocked up by Eugene? He said there. ‘I want us to undress each other and I want to undress you first.’ Meagan walked over to me and pulled my shirt up and off my body. I stood up as she dropped to her knees in front of me to lower my pants and underwear but first she removed my shoes and socks. She then took hold of the underwear waistband and slowly pulled them down my legs. By this time I had an erection and it sprung out at her as she lowered my boxers. My cock dangled in front of her face as she removed my underwear from me. For reference, I’d been wishing for some time that there were a way to give myself no choice about whether or not to pull the shocker switch cord. What occurred to me that morning solved the problem. Normally I’d run the switch cord upward from the shocker, pass it through the ring in the ceiling and let the end dangle within easy reach of my bound hands. That morning I merely rerouted the cord. I sank a small screw eye into the top front of the dildo stool and then replaced the switch cord.