Yes. But can I clean up first? Jack and I are both sticky messes.

After you settle down a bit, you are instructed to clean off Jack's penis with your mouth one last time, then tuck him back up and close the zipper.

Jack has already returned to his immobile, "non-engaged" state.

Next the computer tells you to remove your panties and use them to clean off the lipstick which has rubbed off onto his mouth. Jack doesn't move a bit, he just sits there.

Stupidly, you feel as if he's betrayed you somehow.

After all, you've both just had this intimate moment and now he's ignoring you. When the exit door opens, you walk away in a huff...

... only to end up back in the makeup room.

Where you are instructed to remove all your clothes, except for shoes, stockings, garter, and corset and throw them into a small hole which opens up in the wall, which is, apparently, a chute of some sort.

What happens to the clothes? you wonder. Do they get laundered and re-used?

Next, the computer makes you remove and then re-apply all your makeup. This new style is a completely different style than before. It is light and very "girl-next door". A sweet and innocent look.

And then... back to the dressing room. You approach the room with trepidation... considering what was glued on to your body last time.

But, fortunately, this time it's just clothes, no more prosthetics. You are instructed to put on a tight knit, white mini-skirt with an embroidered tennis racket on it.

Ah, so you are dressed like a tennis bunny, with a short-cute tennis outfit with light-blue trim and a snug-fitting white top that shows off your tits. Your hair is done up in bouncy pigtails.

God, the bra is some kind of push-up, causing your breasts to plump out, stretching the front of the tank-top (which was at least two sizes too small to begin with) obscenely.

You get excited all over again just seeing your figure in the mirror.

And then back to Jack, only all your responses are totally bubble-headed. Things like "I'm just a dumb girl... I need a good strong man to show me how!" And "(giggle) That's too much for my poor head!"

It's a disgusting display. You suck on his cock like a lollypop.

And then you are made to do it all over... again. Cleanup, new makeup, new clothes, and a new seduction scene. This time you are dressed in a severe business suit, and after discussing legal matters for a good 30 minutes (repeating the words from the computer while managing to run your feet up his leg is not easy!) the seduction begins in earnest, full of intellectual innuendo.

And then again. This time you are a soccer mom (sweats but with sexy lingerie underneath) with her tired husband.

And again. Sophisticated (but horny!) society lady dressed to the nines.

And again. As a blushing bride, giving her groom his first blow-job.

And that was the thing: Every time it's just a blow-job. You know you have the the equipment for more, but it never happens.

Why is it always just blow jobs? Did Jack Hewitt die before he could complete the vaginal penetration modules? Or does he just have some weird BJ obsession, and now that's all you get to do?