I dressed formally – I was supposed to be on a business trip, at least to everyone else in my world – and I am still in my blazer, tie, dress pant... and white shirt. I am dressed for business not pleasure.I kneel in front of you, watching your pussy so closely and with fascination. A pussy is a pussy, right? All women have them. Why is yours so different? Why do I love it so?But I do. And I kneel there, fixated on the beautiful pink flesh within the soft folds, the dampness, the smoothness, the. . enough to feed an army it looked like. Hoppy served his plate first with mashed potatoes and passed the bowl to Ellen, she motioned for him to pass it over to me and he looked at her and smiled as he did.I took it and got a big helping and passed it to Cassidy. She smiled that smile of hers ... that had me worried, and took the bowl. She surprised me by taking a huge helping and passing it on to her Mom.Next came the green beans and I knew they were homegrown, as were all the vegetables on. She looked at me frowning in a suspicious way, not noticing my legs, and said wagging her finger at me, “If I think for one minute Brian Fellowes, you are fiddling with yourself or worse, then I will be very cross”, and with that she turned and went downstairs, calling back, “I will have your powder ready when you come down, chop chop”.I changed my shorts back to my ‘Y’ fronts, looking down at my penis, and, devoid of hair it looked small, and the tuft only appeared to make it smaller.I dressed. His arms crushed me against him. "The drugs must have stirredthe chemicals in your brain. The effect will soon be over, and you'llfeel better." He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I love you."At that moment I didn't believe such proclamation plausible norsomething I deserved.But he continued his kind platitudes, and I listened, until I found mycalm again."Oh, have mercy on me, Our Lady," I muttered. "This is embarrassing."Bemariq dried my cheeks with handkerchief. "How so? I've seen.