............must be the drink, but who cares!!!!We leave the bar and pop to Anne Summers on the high street - we purchase a vibrating love egg and 8 i...ch silver tipped vibrator.Carrying our purchases and both extremely excited by what we are about to do we pop into Marks and Spencer's next door......my cock is hard at the thought of what we thinking of doing. We go into the changing rooms with some clothes we picked up from the shelves and whilst the attendants back is turned sneak into the. Eventually we came into a large chamber with a ceiling high enough to allow us to stand as humans, so we shape-shifted to that form.Cummy led us to a dais that held a high wooden chair that just had to be a throne. Seated on it was a little man with a beard split in two and curling around behind the chair. I knew it was a man because Cummy said, "That is my father sitting in the Chair of State." She introduced us to Auckalog, naming him the king of the Under-the-Silver-Hill Gnomes.I bowed and. A smiling Gloria Trent made sure she was prominent in his departure; she opened what was once his front door as Irma led him naked and leashed to the private ambulance from Birch House which had arrived to take him for treatment. Two haughty and prim nurses were delighted to take him in, and he was strapped face down on the internal stretcher trolley. Though still dopey with the sedative drug, he squirmed in discomfort as one of the nurses took great pleasure in inserting a tubed rubber stop. Eyes closed, I arched my body and moaned, relishing the release while I felt desire rush from me. It was a sort of calm before the storm. Something I welcomed. I moved my hands over my body and again caught up in the dream, pretending it was her hands that caressed my breast. Her voice that whispered terms of endearment or wordless yearnings that played in the imaginings of my mind. Her lips across my own. Her long fingers traveling though my hair. Her fingers that strummed the cords that.