She trusted him and knew her trust wasn't misplaced.At exactly the time he'd told her to be there she saw Bill's car enter the car park. He saw her pa...ked in the corner, drove over and parked beside her. He wound down his window and Annie did the same.“Leave your car here and come with me,” he said.“Do I need to bring anything with me Bill?”“No, nothing beside your handbag. You're not going to need it but we can lock it in the boot of mine when we get there.”“Okay,” she said, wound up the. ”“She gets like that once in a while,” Ken said. “Excuse me for asking this, bud. Does she have you pussy-whipped?”“Are you shitting me? Why would you ask that?”“You’ve gone along with everything she’s suggested on this trip.”“So what? I’ve liked everything she’s come up with so far. What makes you think I’m pussy-whipped?”“I don’t know what else to call it. She sat on your face and made you eat your own cum.”“You mean you haven’t tried it? We discovered it by accident in a role-play session a. The pain doesn’t last forever.’ With that, he opened the door and exited the room, unable to see the tears that began to wet my pillow. * * * * * That evening, I walked to the barn in the dark, damp weather, listening to guests outside as they roamed the pastures, making their way to the Lodge for the usual festivities. It seemed odd that everyone was acting so normally, but I reminded myself that there was no reason why they shouldn’t be. It was only I who felt anything but typical.. I had industrial sized bags of lemon jello powder. I had an empty penis mold. I had a walk in fridge. The possibilities rapidly unfolded before me, stretching out into infinite penis shaped possibilities like a tropical sunrise over the beach. God help me I did it. I used 5 pounds of jello powder to one part penis. The resulting syrup was the brilliant yellow of a safety helmet, and glowed like liquid gold as I poured it into the mold. This was gonna be goooood. With rising anticipation I made.