I stood there for a moment in front of my mum wearing the same red bra,panties, stockings and suspenders I had worn yesterday but I had added ablack s...lk half slip with a lace trim and a slit on the right side. Atleast I guessed it was meant to be worn that way as in doing so itpositioned the label between my buttocks.I wouldn't have been confident to appear in the kitchen in my underwearin front of Mum before but with what I was now wearing it seemed that itwas nothing Mum hadn't seen before.. The cock and ball-sac were then enclosed in a tightly wound sheath of dark grey hemp - I carefully eased back the foreskin as the sheath was being formed and used another knot, fastened securely behind the ridge of the swollen knob, to stop the restraint from unravelling during the stretch.The remainder of the twine was passed through a metal ring, which was attached to the light fitting in the centre of the ceiling, and left to hang in mid-air until my return from the kitchen. It was then cut. And maybe something we think is a story is an actual reality from some other space.”“Even if that space is just in our brains?”*“Yes, even if that space is just in our brains. Who knows how many universes are in and out there. How many come to life and flicker off in a minute. So who would it be, out of all the stories or movies or whatever, who would you be with, if you were in their actual-verse, and why?”“Hmm, I dunno,” She brushed the hair from my eyes to the side of my face. Her nose. "Are you OK?" he asked."I'm horny!" I whispered. "Me! Horny! I should've just stayed un-relaxed." He was laughing, the toad. "You!" I hit him. "This is all your fault!" I take full credit," he grinned. "You should ask for relief." No way!" she asserted."Suit yourself."The rest of the morning was worse. By the time I got to lunch, I was dripping wet. Oh, Jesus, I was not used to this!I think I was squirming in my seat. "Are you OK?" Amanda asked.Ed cracked up laughing. "You just shut up," I.