And Jane was often angry because she was unhappy and lonely. Unfortunately, she directed most of her anger at the men she dated, guaranteeing that she... stayed lonely and miserable. Jane felt the problem was in the men themselves; they were all either cavalier, condescending, or after her money. She hoped that the contents of the aluminum shipping container would change all that.Jane had the deliverymen leave the crate standing upright in the foyer, signed the delivery ticket, and showed them. “Looking good there Cole” she coyly said to me. I looked down and saw that I was almost fully hard and the towel wasn’t doing much to hide it. At that point I was shocked and abashed that she was legitimately hitting on me.“Dana, what the fuck?” I tried to get pissed and ignore the fact that she was standing veritably naked in front of me. I sounded convincing, I think.“I’m just getting ready for the Dance tonight” she replied, I was so distracted by her being there when I got out of the. I kept going until it reached the back of my throat again. He looked down at me smiling. ?That’s it, bitch. I’m going to turn you into my whore like I promised you yet. Keep going and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.? My throat was making sounds I never heard before as I continued to swallow him down my throat. Our eyes were still making contact as he moaned. He let me back off again only to force my face back down on his cock. I kept this up for several minutes until he leaned down. It felt cold and clammy. And scary!When she could think again, Vicky found she was hovering above the bed, like before. 'Well, this sucks; I must really be dead!''Yes, it would seem so, ' a voice spoke into her head."Who said that?" Vicky cried out, startled. "Who's there?"'I'm your spirit guide, ' the voice replied, still speaking in her mind. Vicky was able to discern a large, fuzzy form attached to or hanging from the ceiling several feet away from her."Why are you here?" she asked,.