The bombardment of depressing pandemic news reports had placed my Xanax supply in serious jeopardy. But not my weed, thankfully. I'm not a barbarian.E...ually as depressing my sex drive had vanished like eggs from grocery shelves. The strict but necessary social distancing guidelines made personal interaction as difficult as the Sunday Times crossword. That left my old friend masturbation. But even it had lost its allure after the eighth or ninth time daily. Not to mention the emotional turmoil. "Okay baby, I'll let you be my pretty... my little lesbian slut," Jennifer raised her head up and looked at Roxie's smiling face. She knew that this older more experienced woman would take care of her in whatever way she needed it. Her fears and apprehension in being in this place suddenly disappeared. She would be safe and she would be cared for. And unlike on the outside, she knew that Roxie wouldn't run off with someone new–there was no place to go! "Get busy, baby, and lick my twat. Show me. Das and his love potion. A few minutes later I had placed my order and I thought about Miss Shannon, a slave, a sex slave and in love with me. A month went by and I received a small manila-wrapped package, inside was a small cardboard box and a bottle. I read the instructions carefully. The product claimed to use a females olfactory senses to imprint love in her heart while also stimulating her sexual desires. It warned that this product should never be used for illicit purposes, screwing. Next day in the morning I again got a message from Reena.Reena: Hi!Me: (eagerly waiting) Hello!Reena: Thanks for the wonderful experience.Me: You are welcome.Reena: When should I come. (asking in a naughty way)Me:????Reena: Can I get some real pleasure from you? Can I have sex with you?Me: (with all the happiness) Sure, I will be glad to fulfill your demand.Reena: Ok then arrange for a place and we will meet this weekend.Me: Ok.Reena: Got to go now will message laterMe: Ok.I was just wondering.