”“So, let me get this straight,” I said, angrily. “You slipped me a Mickey Finn and strapped me into a super lie detector?”“Please, calm y...urself,” said Wilkerson, still smiling. “Trust me when I say, no harm has been done. The effects wear off almost immediately. And in no other way can we so rapidly determine the perfect woman for you.” He stood and moved to a wet bar. “Something to drink? Juice? Real coffee? Water? I don’t recommend any alcohol just yet, but you can indulge later, if you. She wanted to know about my times with other girls. I told her that it had been a series of funny, awkward encounters. Like the first time when I was 14 and was asked by an older girl at camp to go skinny dipping in the lake. I described how the girl began to grope me under the water and how we ended up kissing and licking each other's breasts beneath the moonlight. We laughed at how innocent it now seemed.And then there was the goth girl I met in art class when I was 15. We became friends and. Hecouldn't figure out why, but in his mind her reasoning actually madesense."Good. Now, take a pen and write this shopping list down."3At the door, Kelly called him back."Don't forget your purse." I've got my wallet."She grinned without humour. "This is your new clutch purse. It's biggerthan average so that you can't hide it in your hands or pockets. Now,switch everything from your wallet."He looked at it. "But it.....sparkles." It's fashionable, you diva. Don't worry, one day you can choose. . often something like "Hi Daddy! I'm ready to be your PIG! Please... give me Daddy-dick!" She was so imaginative. I loved it.The other day she wore a sexy nightie for her me. I rewarded her by ripping it away from her ass immediately, plunging a heavy load of lubricant from my tool belt into that sweet little hole, and then worked my cock - already hard - into her. I think it hurt a bit that day. I didn't give her hole much time to stretch. But, it was sooo nice and tight. Besides, my cock.