OH MY GOD! She’s going to find the biggest thing in here to hit me with! I screamed in my head as she continued to rummage through drawers. Finally,...she settled on a wooden spoon that was larger and thicker than your average ruler. Although she placed it down kind of haphazardly on the counter beside me, I figured it wasn’t going to stay there for long.Then with a swift move, she hoisted me off the stool.“Stand there!” she barked.I obeyed mostly because I was too afraid to move or deviate from. She came quickly and then knelt down and sucked me until I was nearly ready to cum. She recognised where I was at and slowed. Wrapping her in a towel, I led her to the balcony where we could stand without being seen by anyone, other than perhaps a sailor on the bay with a good telescope. I dried her slowly and sensually, then dropped the towel to the floor. My hands gripped the taut globes of her bum and kneaded them, stroking them, my fingers tracing a path down the crack between them. She. I also took a pink dance outfit, and a pairof Mary Jane shoes that fit pretty well, although they were a little big onme. I think these were part of a costume contest that Mom and my sisterentered last year. These must have been Mom's, because all my sister'sshoes were too tight.A few blouses and a skirt were added, and then I found a few really prettynighties. A peach colored baby-doll, and a long silvery-blue nightgown. Thenightgown was made of a heavy satin, and when I tried it on, it felt. In fact, he BEGGED me not to. I realize now, that he was leery of what the CIA might do. You see, he and I were both supposed to be in on that test. They wanted to see if both of us had the same or maybe ‘complimentary’ abilities. We did, even though I didn’t think so at the time. I seemed to progress extremely fast at being able to read people’s thoughts. Sherman seemed more interested in wanting to control people’s thoughts. Either way, Sherman complained of a migraine and didn’t participate..