. and ... and ... and cars and grocery stores, Pyewacket said ... and blinked.I don't ming telling you ... the blink made it all too real. Pyewacket's...eyes were changing the shape of her head ... it was larger and I could see her body ... growing ... longer and slinky ... she was bigger and moved with an erotic grace ... Whoa, shit ... I'd fuck that! What?David! You're NOT my type. Pyewacket was indignant. Besides, I'm just a kitten."David," said Wendy from the kitchen. There was a pause in her. It seemed as though the whole town had gone spanking mad!Spending more time in the shop had also given me the opportunity to take a closer look our clientele. There were the usual run of the mill customers who came in for revealing clothing, underwear; massage oils and sex toys et cetera but there were also a growing number interested in uniforms and BDSM equipment. Adults of all ages and occupations; some of whom I had got to know well and others whom I had got to know intimately.In some cases. I’ve found a tiny room with comfortable chairs and live foliage tucked away in a little corner. Come with me.’ Henry was pleased with my little hideaway, if not slightly amused at the Danish Modern decor. We settled in and Henry resumed our conversation. ‘You don’t miss your house, your cars, and your art collection? Surely, you haven’t parted with your antique car collection?’ ‘All gone, sold away at auction and I’ve never felt this liberated in my entire life. What are possessions but a way. God, it felt great!”“Good. Now let’s cuddle for a bit.”“But you didn’t cum.”“That’s alright. I don’t have to. As far as I’m concerned this date is about you. Let’s cuddle so I can establish an emotional connection. Then when I feel like I am close enough TO you, I will do whatever you want me to do FOR you. OK?”“I guess. It’s that emotional connection thing that scares me and makes me think that I could fall for you.”“I don’t know what to tell you. I know that I can’t get into just fucking,.