Do you really think you can last two cigarettes, or are you wasting my time? Can you follow every instruction I give? Do you have the willpower to stop stroking at a moments notice, even while gazing at the cigarette pursed between my plump lips, my hand wrapped around the spit-soaked strap between my soft thighs? I guess we'll find out. I'll push you so far to the edge you'll lose brain cells.. Yet come back begging for more. Your life is about to change in 15 minutes.