Then I used my tongue to push the bottle away. ‘Is there drugs in the milk?’ I asked. ‘Those aren’t drugs.’ He said. ‘You know wh...t I mean. Medicine.’ I said. ‘Sweetheart.’ He said. ‘Off course there’s medicine in your milk. I’ve told you a million times your medicine is part of the program. The medicine helps your mind to open up and let all these new experiences inside.’ ‘But what medicine is in it?’ I asked. ‘What will happen? How will I feel?’ ‘Honey, don’t worry about. .."Sarah!" Hedva!"They grabbed each other's hands, grinning like the idiots they were. Sarah's eyes immediately went to the side of the woman's face. The scar earned as a child, a lesson to pay attention while jumping branches, was gone, just a slight discoloration of the fur. She saw Hedva glance down at her left leg. She resisted the impulse to take a step back."Your leg! How is it? I heard!" Oh ... it's..." she blushed a bit. Talking about herself was never one of her strong suits. "It's. He didn’t know what was at the bottom. It could be water or rocks when it occurred to him there were long pointed spears waiting to impale him. He imagined one of them going through the back of his head, coming out of his forehead when he was amazed he was still alive to experience it. He imagined looking up at the spear, it was above his eyes as it dripped blood onto his face. And then there was darkness, unlike any he knew as its weight was suffocating, causing him to panic and to scream. It wasn’t hard to see what I had been doing. When Tom saw this video (and I wasn’t yet sure I’d let him) there would be no doubt that his wife was bisexual and enjoyed both giving and receiving attention from a woman.Gemma, of course, had no reservations. A couple of days after I had received the video and, as we lay together recovering from our usual intense orgasms, she brought the subject up.“What’s the worst that can happen if you send it to him?” she asked.“Pretty obvious,” I responded,.