If there was one beneficial effect of the anomaly, it was the awesome razor-sharp mental acuity she now felt, as if she'd never forget another word, a...other sight, another taste.And there were many kinds of taste to remember in this weird world. The inexplicable but not unexpected slight metallic taste in the air, as if emphasizing the artificiality of the place. The haute cuisine served at every meal; no choice given but always different from her neighbors and always perfect. The slightly. ..I'm not the best at telling these stories, but thought you might enjoy this true experience that happened to me some years ago while I was in San Antonio running my own company. It was a small firm, only one secretary with four or five sales people who stayed on the road all the time. My secretary, Jaime was a very cute, but not beautiful woman with brown hair, blue eyes, and some of the most shapely legs I've ever seen. She was in her early to mid 30's and married with a couple of c***dren,. "It was true. I looked down at my cock. It was still hard. Its mushroom head still glistening where the precum had dribbled out during my jack-off session. I was about to say something when, with one hand (he still had his phone in the other), he slid down his shorts with his underwear and stepped out of them. Shocked by this action I moved my eyes from his shorts on the floor to his cock, which was eye level. My breath actually hitched involuntarily. His cock was beautiful. It was still soft. He waited till the classroom was empty then reach out and snapped my garter belt straps that were showing from under my boy pants (UGH). What color slut he asked. "Yellow" i replied. he opened the desk draw took out a container and handed it to me. "poor this over your lunch and eat every bite, then meet me in the basement" I curtsied like the sissy faggot I was and walked to the lunch room.Sitting by myself in the corner as i did every day I open my lunch bag taking out my PB&J sandwich. I.