Hmmmm, something not to have Mistress feel she needs to use on me. That was those closets, I closed the doors marveling at the mechanisms that helped... keep them hidden. Now, where had I seen more of these jewels?Roger found at secret compartment in an octagonal table. Swinging the top off he could see different labeled compartments. The first few he readily recognized: Viagra, Cialis, and a couple others that were normally available with prescriptions. The others he didn't recognize. They had. Only that it was. Words indeed ... would come later, afterwards.I heard her laugh at that, chuckle ... sighing once more. It was the best sound, the greatest sound, and the most comforting thing she could have ever done, aside from her playing with my cock anyway.I felt my knees buckling, already starting to get the shakes, what she was doing ... the way she was doing it, felt heavenly. All thoughts of her being my mom, playing with my dick, suddenly evaporating like so many raindrops hitting a. Seeing the smiley, I immediately made out that she is looking to have more fun and in fact, I was very happy!Me: okay! How do you see us going along? (without wasting any time)! She got little woo earlier in talking about sex or her desires. As I started asking questions one by one- she became comfortable and the conversation went on till 5:30 am!She got married a year back and she was 3 months pregnant! I congratulated her and the discussion went on and on!Me: have you read my story? (because. ” “Jenny, you gave me a physical description in your ad, but no words could have prepared me for your smile or the sparkle in your eyes. However, you were absolutely right about your legs!” “Well, if you keep that up you have me falling for you quickly.” “Jenny, if you are hungry, I am happy to treat, but why don’t we just talk for a few minutes? Then, if you are comfortable, let’s go eat somewhere nicer.” “I would like that, but I was counting on the toy in my Happy Meal.” “Well, maybe we will.