I left shortly after, leaving Pam to ponder the disappointment my Sex Peasant status. Maybe if she douched beforehand, I could have given it to her go...d. I think girls should meet once a month to inspect each other—make sure it doesn’t smell down there, shave off that patch of hair on their ass, etc. Then I could have been a real Sex God. Instead, all I have is a stinky excuse for going soft. Epilogue A month later, while drunk at Woody’s again, I ran into Pam. We said a few words and. Trouble was, I wasn't sure what to do.The first order of business seemed obvious though.Get Francis' panties off and see what I was dealingwith.Francis gave me complete access, holding his forearmsup in sissy surrender.Francis' white, g-string panties were severelystrained by what appeared to be a very significant andextraordinarily stiff penis.I couldn't wait to perform a thorough inspection.Francis was making girlie-little-pleasure noises as Icarefully untied the panty strings at each of. The top button was a camera, and the button right below it was a mic.“I’ll be watching you all the time,” she said. Then she wished me luck.I went to the office building and then into Mr. Kibble’s office. My boss, who I’d found out had blackmailed my wife to become his sex slave, was sitting at his desk.“Michael, please shut the door and sit down.” I did as I was told. “Michael, you told me the other day that you’d discovered that a million dollars was missing.”“Yes, sir, I did.”“Michael I know. His mom and br*ther were already down there eating breakfast."Well, hey there sl*epyhead," she said softly. "I thought you were never going to come downstairs this morning. I had to send Guppy up to get you." Happy birthday!" the young boy shouted, still repeating the only phrase he seemed to know.Gibby sat down and joined his f*mily for some breakfast, his mind still scanning for whether or not everything he knew had been a dream, or if this was the dream. A quick painful pinch answered that.