Hmmmm, something not to have Mistress feel she needs to use on me. That was those closets, I closed the doors marveling at the mechanisms that helped...keep them hidden. Now, where had I seen more of these jewels?Roger found at secret compartment in an octagonal table. Swinging the top off he could see different labeled compartments. The first few he readily recognized: Viagra, Cialis, and a couple others that were normally available with prescriptions. The others he didn't recognize. They had. I then stood up and displayed it in one motion. I watched her eyes drop to my groin and stay there getting a full view of my member. The dr*gs and pressure of the situation had done a fantastic job and my old boy has never been smaller. After a pause she looked up at my face with the edges of her mouth curled up in amusement. Looking straight into my eyes for a second she paused then said she needed to get a swab and asked me to roll back my foreskin. My dick was so shrivelled i could. Still, I wish what she was doing to me was enough to repay her. At first the thought of her in the arms of another man was unbearable. Now, like nearly everything else, I've come to accept it. Maybe it is the hormones-or maybe it is just having been with so many men myself lately. But it almost seems natural that she should be seeing other men. While she's gone, I read the tg-stories she's pulled down off the internet or watch the she-male tapes she has bought me from a mail-order . Poppy took the summer dress over her head and waited for Jack to get ready before she passed him a bin-bag. "What's that for?" Put it on," she told him. "We've got to walk to the roundabout by the building society and then take them off and put them in the bin; and then run back past all the pubs." But..." Jack stammered as he saw half-a-dozen people assemble in the car park wearing just plastic bin-bags. "Everyone will notice us in bin bags." They won't. Well they might, but that's part of the.