By demonstrating the toys

Groaning inwardly at the trouble Jacob has caused you your eyes drift to the box then the delivery man.

"I don't suppose you'd let it go if I flashed you?" you ask hopefully, but he just smirks.

"I can see most of it already, why pay for what you're giving away free?" he asks, drawing a humiliated blush that your tan hid.

"Th-then, uh, how about..." you motion to the box, most of which is unexplored. Given its size there's probably a number of things in there. "Maybe an item or two..."

"Sure, I'd be up for trying a few things on you. Let me just have a look," he said with a grin.

"I, uh, meant for me to look, and..."

"No no, that wouldn't be fair. After all, I need to like what I'm seeing, right?" he says, and takes the box to the kitchen counter, shoving your netbook aside and using his leg to push your laundry bag a little out of the way.

One by one he starts opening things, tossing the wrappers aside. Giant dildos and butt plugs, inflatable and otherwise, are just the tip of the iceberg. Also in the box are anal beads, vibrators, clamps with attachable five-pound weights, a **** collar, handcuffs, rope, fake tattoos, lotions and pheremones, douche and enema kits, even a multi-tailed whip are tossed onto the counter, much to your mortification. He continues to rummage through things, each new item making you gulp. How could Jacob have ordered all this? What was he planning?

"Well..." he begins