“I’ll explain later.” I threw an Egyptian caftan over my body and wrap a turban around my head. Michael dressed in Egyptian men’s clothes. “...e have to get the old Egyptian Museum,” I tried to explain my experience to Michael and to myself. Hopefully, Ghammal’s killers and guards wouldn’t recognize us. My walk felt unnatural to me, with the pulsating golden phallus still deep in my pussy. At the Museum, now in a terrible state, we paid the twenty Egyptian pounds to a would-be guard, walked past. “Okay, I look forward to seeing your draft tomorrow. Will you be coming with her, Connie?” She looked at me and smiled in a knowing way.“I’m not sure, Gavin. I have to admit that I’m very tempted—especially if tomorrow turns out to be like today, but I will have to see.” She looked at her watch and exclaimed: “Goodness, look at the time! I told Peter that I wouldn’t be long. You can stay if you like, Cam, but I have to fly!”“No, I really have to go, too. Until tomorrow, Gavin—” I watched both. They felt real and looked real but I had my doubts dropping the bills on the pile out my bedroom door. I looked over at him with a surprised look on my face.“What's your next wish?” he said rubbing his hands together again“Um, I want to put this cash to the test. I will take some and go shopping if I have no problems I will make another wish tomorrow.”“GREAT!” he said slapping his hands together and disappearingI grabbed a bundle of each bill, then took off to the mall buying stuff I've wanted. And some of the most beautiful and proudest specimens of feminine creation were spoiled, and embittered, and were inevitably placed in one of the many female prisons, useless to the leaders endless sexual needs.After a careful study by experts, it was decided to create a small addition to the largest male correctional complex...a special training prison funded of course, by the leader's endless resources...and designed to completely break, and retrain the proud and attractive women who passed.