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She couldn’t make any sense out of the silly and disgusting
sounds he made, though. To her his English sounded like a
vacuum cleaner sucking mud and water. Dicklords spoke a very
fluid language, more like Afrikaans.

“Then, could you replace all of the fillings in my teeth with
material from this object?” he held it up for her to see. He
knew that if he had this done that any woman kissing him and
'coming in contact' with one of the new fillings would instantly
orgasm to the point of unconsciousness. It was a stroke of
genius.

The tiny woman leapt gleefully into her basketball and pushed

a few buttons. Trash felt a buzzing in his mouth and saw a
flash in his eyes. He assumed she had done as he asked. Now
he wished he had fillings in his dick! He smiled to himself at the
silliness of his thought. The tiny woman laughed and then he
felt a zapping at his crotch. He looked down and saw he had a
little dick ring with a tiny bead of material from the object
dangling on the ring, as the ultimate French Tickler. This was

literally, 'The Bead that Shook everyone’s Thingy'. Trash
Wouldn't feel it himself, but 10751 beings across the universe
certainly would. He thought for a moment about his new
additions, shook his head and involuntarily said, "Wow.". Then,
oddly, a wave of guilt overcame him. The little woman smiled
at what he was thinking. She shot a beam of energy at the
wall. Trash giggled and the little sexpot giggled, too.

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