I might be inclined to p(l)ay along if, in addition to making me feel like The Man for making you cum, you could also incorporate the following theatrical illusions:
- making me believe I have one of those big porno cocks, of which I'm so obviously envious. Screaming, gagging and - best of all - fainting would work wonders for my ego;
- making me believe that our session is really about the mind-blowing orgasms I'm about to dextrously give you, rather than the crisp brown notes peeking out of the open envelope on the end table;
- making me believe that I'm really attractive, charming and desirable, instead of the despicable ogre I see shaving in the mirror every day.
I know, I know - it's a thespian challenge worthy of Meryl Streep.
The question is: Are you up for it?