"The board decided that you must read and sign a personalnon-disclosure agreement _before_ allowing you to see Jerry."Now, Phyllis frowned. "Isn't tha... a little much? A signed agreementjust for being able to talk to my ex for a few minutes." It's not just that, Phyllis. But, it can be a little difficult toexplain." replied Dr. Sinclair. "Just about everyone involved in ourprojects is paranoid to some extent. This agreement they'rerequiring you to sign covers anything and everything you may or. Sometimes I rub him with my hand, but sometimes I put on satin panties too and rub the two of us together so his cum shoots up between us and gets on both of us.--------------------Then there was a guy who mentioned something about gags. It got me thinking, so I sent him this reply:You know what my favorite way to be gagged is? My gf stuffs satin panties in me then does stuff to me until the panties are soaked. Then she stuffs the panties in my mouth. My own taste makes my head swim. Then. "Hi Maggie!" She came over and gave me a hug. She quickly let go though, and stepped back looking confused. "What's wrong, Hon?" "You felt...smaller?" So she could feel my illusion, too. This could be interesting. "I don't know. Nothing seems wrong though. I've got the glasses so why don't we just get home and have some dinner." "OK" The ride home was distracting. My breasts seemed to jiggle every time we hit a bump. Once home she started on dinner. I claimed to have some work to do in my. .. Anyone feel anything weird?" Brad asked, looking around at each of us."Um ... no" I whispered, along with everyone else. Truth was, my cock felt like it had a little life in it, and I could feel my balls tingle. I wonder if everyone else was lying.Taking a look at Brittany, I could see that she was looking at Brad longingly, and was still hanging on his arm.Since Brad was distracted by his arm candy, I said "Why don't we all pair off, and explore the house. Brad, Brittany, take this floor,.