I soon also realized that this entire think is making me think about my body; I can think and feel about every inch of my body. It’s a wonderful yet...a painful experience. I want to continue experiencing it, at the same time I wish it would end. My body was now playing games with my mind.I was startled by the sound of the door opening; I could hear my mistress talking to someone on her phone. After about 5 minutes she kept the phone. She circled me once, probably looking at me and evaluating me. Licking up and down while my spit coats his finger. "Open your mouth little one." I open my mouth wide as he removes his finger, careful not to remove any of the wetness I just provided. He takes his dripping finger and rubs my bud. His slipps his fingertip inside. "Breathe with me little one. You will need to relax." I begin to take deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. "Relax" How can I relax with all these people here." I look around again, but wait a minute. The man 3 tables down. We get together with these couples often to play cards, have a few drinks, talk, and generally have a good time. We have on occasion got into some good-natured sexual discussions and mild flirting. Two weeks prior I had given Cathy and article from a men's magazine which discussed penis length, girth, and angle, and what that all implied to lovemaking. My wife was over Cathy's house a week later and saw a metal tape measure on Cathy's nightstand. Pam was teasing Cathy about this while we were. I particularly like the one with all of the bird pictures.”Lizzy points at a book while saying, “Do you mean this one, ’Birds of America’ by Audubon,” while pointing at the book on the shelf. Mort nods and she asks, “Do you really want to keep a rare book worth several million dollars just sitting around in your entry area like this?”Mort laughs and says, “I had no idea it was worth so much! In that case I think it best be sold to a museum and I get a reproduction. I don’t want to keep.