His guard patted me down.The old guy that seemed to be in charge opened his mouth first, “So Mr. Brown, to what do we owe this pleasure?” He was s...rrounded by five guards.“Since I introduced myself, it is only polite for you to do the same.”“You can call me Mr. Stubs.”“Well, Mr. Stubs, it has been a long evening. Why don’t we go inside for a little drink and sit down?”He wasn’t happy that I didn’t get on with it, but agreed and guided me into his sitting-room. On the way there, I saw a half. I had learned so much.1: I was now able to get my new best friend, the slim dildo, which I’d called Frank, past my gag reflex. This had already happened at the end of the second night of practising. It wasn’t that hard at all in the end. The trick for me was to stay calm and focus on the swallowing. It wasn’t a normal kinda swallowing, but more like guiding, or making waves with the lower part of my tongue, to enable my friend Frank to go further down. Of course, I gagged lots of times, also. It was all fantasy, and very necessary for both of us. One day, about four months ago now a very attractive black woman came in the store. About forty five to fifty. Nice figure (BIG breasts) with caramel colored skin. Her hair was soft and swayed like water. It and her skin had a reddish tone that I liked too. She smiled and said hello in a nice soft voice. A pleasant lady. I kind of glanced now and then to see if she needed help. She looked around and asked a question or two and left after a. Beth stepped in beside him and slipped an arm around his waist. She was truly fond of the creature. Inadvertently, she touch a tender laceration left by her whip. Ethan pulled a little bit away.?Sorry,? she said chagrinned. ?Say, isn’t my Ethan magnificent, just as I said!?Once upon a time, a male might intimidate a score of healthy adult women simply by threatening to expose his male paraphernalia. That time was safely in the past. However, his ?otherness? was striking – the mere size.