” Quite a while passed after that short conversation. Although my vision would revisit me from time to time, nothing more was said and the whole thi...ng pretty much forgotten. Months passed, things went on as usual. One afternoon I came home from work to find a maid cleaning the house. Nothing too unusual, you had said how tired you had become of me doing the cleaning. She was attractive, dressed slightly unusual, for someone cleaning the house. She had light brown hair, was quite tall and from. I produced a bottle of champagne I had bought to celebrate my experience alone, after so long and with a man I had never met. This was something to celebrate and he was agreeable to joining me. Sharing it with him, I felt was quite appropriate.“I don’t normally socialise with the clients afterwards.I am making an exception for you. I have not been with a woman that has enjoyed this as much as I have with you, except with Jan and Lucy. You would fit in well.”I replied, “I would never have. As I looked at him, Peter told Christy to bring that new shot for my sissy slut to drink.Christy handed me the third shot glass and as I felt the contents of the drink flow over my lips, tongue and down my throat, I heard Peter tell his friends, "Boys, my sissy slut will be ready to meet your every demand in just a few minutes. That drink contains a small liquid version of what we have called Spanish Fly for some time. Only that drink is a mixture of a sexual stimulant that horse breeders give. " "Yes, Sir, she did. I'm not lying. She groped me," she added in a whisper. I led her into the store and told her to go sit in the same chair I had waited in. I walked over to the sales lady who was helping another customer at the time and said, "I need to have a word with you, ma'am." "Sir, I'll be with you in a moment. I'm with a customer right now. Just a couple minutes, OK? Was there a problem with your purchase, Sir?" she said with almost a dismissive tone. "Not exactly," I said through.