.. " still acts like one. The fucking prude! "Blah, blah... " Why can't she be more of a whore in bed? "Blah, blah... " Sylvia! Why don't you just shu...t the fuck up and go away? OK?" Geez!Then, to Jack Stewart's utter astonishment, she did just that! She shut up and disappeared, right there and right before his eyes. Poof! Gone!His fresh drink, a strong gin and tonic, fell out of his hand and hit the carpet with a thud and a sploosh. "W-what the fuck?" He looked at the empty space that once held. I saw her flinch like a nasty thought had popped into her head only to get shaken out. She walked away instead of dropping to her knees the way I hoped. Honestly, she should have taken my offer then; her pretty little mouth had a much bigger cock to deal with the day I figured it out.So how did I get Ellie’s big tits and pink lips around my cock in the end? I told you: loopholes. I can’t make her want to blow me, but I can warp reality around her and make her think she wants to blow me. In. I had her sit on the sofa. I sat in the recliner. Next to me was a cheap casset recorder from Radio Shack. I turned it on."Ok Wendy, tell me all about you." First let me say, we only have about an hour or so, then I have to go." I said it was no problem, plenty of time.Barbra thought a bit. "I graduated from Purdue." She didnt'. She went to a very strict catholic school in...well, leave that."My degree is in economics." Well, sociology I thought. But she's staying close to her own story so. We started with the movie about spiders. While it was going through the titles, I got up turned down the lights and got some water for us."Thank you Marty," she said with a peck on my cheek. "You remember how easily I scare. I may have to hold you tight to protect me from the spiders."So ... this is a setup?"Thanks Cassandra. I'll protect you from any spiders," I said."I don't ever remember you calling me by my full first name before. I kind of like it," she said."Cassandra, have I told you.