"I was still laughing as I hung up the phone.I called Angela. "Why did you wait so long?" were the first words out of her mouth. "I have all this plan...ing to do. Can you come to me about one week before the show so I can get you ready?"Somehow I felt it wasn't a question but an order. And as any red blooded man would reply, "Whatever you say dear," was my answer. We made small talk for a while and just before hanging up, she said, "I'll email you an itinerary."Damn, but she did!"Damn I was. Let's say ... indecision about how long before you fully recover..."He would have gone on for a long time, but I interrupted to make it easier for him. "In that case, you two need to go home, and I am stuck here for a little while, right?" There was no sense beating around the bush.Polly smiled and tried to soften the news. "Sweetie, you were really sick. Doctor Abrams wants time to make sure you are recovered inside as well as outside. His people are all over your vital signs, blood work, and. “You almost made me cum whore. Ginger, get the toys.” Ginger stopped sucking my cunt and went to a little hidden box by the couch. She pulled out some things I’d never seen. One was a pale pink little thing that was shaped like a bulb, it looked very strange. The other was neon blue and at least two feet long, but I could tell each end was slotted and sloped like a man’s cock. She smiled as she came towards me, then looked at Mr. Miller. He smiled down at me still stroking his hard cock.. She turned and looked at the gates. They were topped with sharp spikes, and razor wire had been laced between the spikes. She relaxed slightly. Her gaze passed over the wall it was high. About fifteen foot high. Even with the help of a colleague hoisting another, it would be very difficult to get over the wall. She peered closely at the top of the wall. Was there cut glass on the top? Any sign of wire? She thought she could see something but could not easily see the top of the wall. She walked.