I left the closet and closed the door, opened it again a few seconds later, but no Jimmy. No other dimension or anything. Just my old clothes and ugly... shoes and boxes filled with toys I'd never liked in the first place. I hated all that stuff, my whole life hidden away ... in my way. I couldn't get past it.I left the door open and got on my bed. I did cry and didn't want to, but I couldn't stop. I wanted to go to that other place. My bedroom was ugly and lonely and there was nothing here I. ." As I'm suck you clean, I realize that you haven’t gotten soft.. You’re still rock hard. I moan around your cock, going at it like a starving woman.. I release it and start begging, because I now realize I need it bad, and you’re the only one that can give it to me.."Please... please fuck me till I cum on your cock.. I’m just a filthy whore and only you know what I need....."You flip me around so my ass is facing towards you again and you position your still rock hard cock inside of me. . I started to protest, but I could see that she had something in her mind and I was going to be a part of it. Always a dutiful sub, I sat back down, immediately. We continued chatting, as I sat there squirming slightly, I really had to go. Mistress ignored all the signs and continued with a story she had been telling me. After about five minutes I asked politely for permission to visit the ladies room. Mistress looked at me and with a polite smile said, “No, stay seated.” Of course I obeyed, but. Little people like us too. They are fun. They tickled us. I think we could play with them." Come on," Fun said, "let's walk into where the stores are and see what happens."Stores on a small secondary tourist island are usually made up of drug stores that sell T-shirts and beer. These islands also have convenience stores that sell T-shirts and beer, a gas station that also sells T-shirts and beer. Then there is always the small grocery store, you guessed it, they sell T-shirts and beer. Then of.