I want to see what's inside those jeans. I've been wondering all evening."Not as much as I wanted to see what was inside that sweater. But that would ...ome later. I hoped.She left The room, and I began to strip. By The time I was down to my briefs she was back, with an armful of what she'd called "the stuff." There were ropes, and straps, and chains, and handcuffs, and some other stuff I didn't have a chance to look at before she was on her knees in front of me."Let's see what this bulge is all. She said, "You were staying at my house one weekend when everyone else was at some gathering. You were ten or eleven at the time. I walked in on you messing around with my undies on my bed, and could se you had been masturbating with them. Your pajamas were down and your cock was remarkably hard for its age. Needless to say, you were very upset and embarrassed, so I sat next to you and told you I wasn't angry, that it was a perfectly normal thing, and that you would not be punished. You told me. Beneath the table was a thick knitted carpet, with brightly colored patterns that extended out at least five feet beyond the chairs and enlivened the room. Jason was amazed at how little had changed over so many years of civilization. Seated at the table were two elderly men and three women of indeterminate age. They were dressed in robes that were close to burgundy and looked thick, plush, and comfortable. They wore sandals that tied near the knee. The robes appeared to be hooded, but the. ''Yeah?'' Josh said, still a bit sleepy.''You wanna come with?'' I offered, though I knew Josh wasn't really a partygoer-type. Neither was I, really, but big house parties with friends were something impossible to miss.''Yeah, what the hell sure,'' he said without hesitation, surprising me.''Cool,'' I blurted, a bit confused having prepared for having to persuade him. ''So, uh,'' I continued after a while, ''I was thinking we could go shopping before. I haven't been in a while.'' This was.