’ I grinned, amused because men came equipped with a undeniable lie detector, which was hard and throbbing against my leg, threatening the stitchin... of his jeans. He gently pulled the panties down, exposing my reddish curls and moist heat. He cupped my mound in his hand and traced my slit with his middle finger, watching me as I gasped and arched. His head lowered to my nipple and teased there while his finger slowly explored my pussy, delving into the folds with a determined precision that. She had been as loving and attentive as she ever was, and there was no hint of guilt, or suspicious behavior. So, either she was a master of compartmentalization. Or she was innocent.Unfortunately, though, the seed of doubt had been planted and it was running away with me. Thus, I felt compelled to get to the bottom of things, if nothing more than to prove what a paranoid weenie I was.It was nuts. I had overheard a random conversation 700 miles from home. Only an insecure moron would jump to. ”Doors closed in front of Andy and he disappeared into blackness. The VR set came alive, and he heard Mistress’s voice breathing in his ears.“This may feel strange,” she said as he felt someone hold his cock. “We don’t want you wetting the bed.”He felt a catheter being inserted and then the temperature changed as the doors closed on the rest of the cupboard. A minute later he was gradually tilted back until he was horizontal and then the whole bed moved a few feet backwards as he was stored in. "She said, smiling to herself, "I did too." She sighed, tired but content, and smoothed back her short, nearly blonde hair. "I hate to say this, but... there's no rest for the weary..." Oh, no. What next?" We have to grab a little snack. Some of that weird tea we bought at the store should perk us up. Then I'll show you where to put your clothes and things, and we'll dress and meet Ronnie at the Stage Deli when she gets off work. We'd better shower -- Ronnie has radar in her nose and can smell.