For just a moment I wondered what my husband would see if he saw this movie. Would it look to him like I was a willing participant? Would he be able t... tell that I had been drugged?The problem was that I knew I had been drugged. I knew I was an unwilling victim. But watching what little of the movie I had seen so far I found it hard to come to that conclusion. But even more worrisome, I feared that if my husband saw this, even if he believed that I had been drugged and raped, he would still be. . there is always certain expenditure of monies unexpected. Nida Core is expensive unless bought in bulk ... like a railcar of it ... even the purchase in truck sized lots ... OR ... the honeycomb core can be bought by itself and your own bread added to it ... bread being your underlayment or overlayment ... or both ... The honeycomb is flexible ... to a point ... while the completed article is not.Thorough investigation later, I bought the core and epoxied it to the plywood skin adding the MAS. “Stand in front of me.” I moved in front of him. I wasn’t sure if it was the morning full of vigorous work, the early morning punishment session, the clips, the surprise visit of the doctor or his simple orders, but I felt myself growing aroused. “Stand in profile, Krys,” he said. I did. “You’ve lost a little bit of weight, I see,” he said. I smiled a tiny smile. The alarm sounded. “I need to take off these clips, Doctor Johnson,” I said. “Master’s orders.” He gestured for me to do it and I. But the first time I saw his dick in the hot tub that night, I went crazy. He was big. He was hung. So big even when he was soft, that it drove me wild. You remember that.’ I nodded. ‘Yes I remember that.’ ‘And you still think about it. You still think about when you went in the kitchen, and looked out and saw us in the hot tub and me playing with his dick. You remember me telling you that Bill was something straight out of my fantasy. Like I saw in my mind when I was in high school laying in.