That way noone will be around to see, and it will look we are just friends shakinghands.OK?" I explained my plan for passing the pills.I continued, "I...have five pills for you today. That will get you throughthe weekend and you two spare pills. Then you can always take your pillsbefore coming to school, and pick up tomorrows pills from me in themorning," I explained to him, hoping that he was smart enough tounderstand it.I also added, "If you take two pills in one day then you will need two. I used my finger nails.She squeaked a little. Her vulva was thick with its own fluid, highly perfumed.She knew I was deliberately taking a long time. When I was done, I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt and stood there, naked,looking down at her. Her eyes were a little glazed from the pot we had smoked.She was biting her lower lip, coyly, her gaze focused on my stiff prick. "Feelslike a baseball bat," I told her, putting my hand around the shaft and rubbingit. "mmm," she mumbled. She was spread. I'll fill thereservoir for you to cleanse yourself."She withdrew the plug once again. The process was to become a normalpart of day, just as my shower or brushing my hair. Now cleaned anddressed Catherine lead me from the suite and toward the salon for myfirst appointment at the Estate. The heels were of modest height and sothe walk only caused a minor discomfort."Bonjour, Comment vas-tu?" Catherine said to announce our arrival.The room didn't surprise, it was like any salon I been in, but I. Often, it keeps me from screaming. I paced in circles, then back and forth, eventually along a path. When I almost paced into a horse's ass, I decided I'd gone far enough. An Amish boy, about twelve, stopped pitching hay to the horse so he could stare at me. It was ridiculous. I was being ridiculous. At the wrong end of a cart horse, I finally got a grip. Thank heaven I never started laughing, because Mother Mary only knows when I would have stopped.Some people have therapy. I have work. When I.