"This is what he wants?"My wife laughed. "It's his birthday today. It's a fantasy surprise forhim."The operator grinned. "It's his fantasy or yours?" ... looked her over. Shehad jet black hair cut into a long pageboy. I noticed her footwearimmediately. My wife called them sitting down heels. The heels were veryhigh; I was guessing four inches. The boots were shiny back leather andwere very high disappearing under her tailored white operator's coat. Shewas gorgeous looking with dark lashes and. "We've barely started. You're still practically naked. And you don't even have any make up on. Do you want to go out looking this way?" Charlene knelt before me. "Put your hands on my shoulders and raise your leg. She drew a short tanned color stocking up my leg and fastened it to the garters of the panty girdle. As I lifted my leg, I noticed that my whole body slid inside my rubber pants, the plug adjusted itself and my penis slid inside this artificial womb. When I lowered my leg, everything. (He needn’t have worried – everyone was leering at them already.) Freddie then did a thrilling naked back flip, and assumed a warrior-like pose with clenched fists. Freddie still sported a huge boner from Mrs Smith’s splendid work (and maybe a bit of self-ministration). So he really did look rugged and magnificent, with penis and forearms all solid, knotted and veined. Even his testicles looked muscly!Edith and Miss Dustyhole both sighed, slavered a little and eased their hands down between. As if we completed each other, as if we leaned on each other. She had said as much at some point.When I told her I wasn’t sure I could be her master because I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to support both our lives, she had said perhaps we could help each other in our brokenness. Or something like that.Whatever it was, I felt better about myself for being with her, better than I had ever felt about myself because I now had a focus, and purpose outside me that was absent before. I cared for.