Something big and chunky for when my husband was away and a 3" wide buttplug for my ass while he was fucking me in bed. My card details werealready in the cookie memory, I must have some stuff already, yay me. Idecided to try and find where I hid them. I silently cursed my lack ofmemory, it still hadn't returned, yet I knew how to swim and drive withoutthinking about it. Maybe there was something I could take to clear thefog of my mind?I eventually found my drawer of deliciously naughty goodies. Some of thestuff inside of it was even heavier than I dared hope for. Handcuffs,ankle cuffs, vibes of every shape and size, lubricants, blindfolds, gags,a spreader bar to force my legs wide apart, rubber knickers with dildosinside for both holes and a riding crop that I hoped my husband used on meregularly. It seemed that I was not only a kinky woman but a totallysubmissive one too. I was fine with that, I'd guessed as much anyway withmy unconscious prick teasing of the guards and that. "Oh, is she liable to need help to get over losing the foetus?" Temporarily, yes, but it was quite early, so there should be no medical question, merely sadness at her loss. The bleeding will stop in a day or two. Give her plenty of cuddles, is my prescription." Thanks, Hasan. You are a true friend."He smiled, and said, "Friend, nothing: I'll send my bill to John, for sheer devilment! Bet he pays it, too!" He laughed, and went off home to his family.Muriel went upstairs to Penny's bedroom, and knocked softly on the door."Penny? How are you, dear? Can I come in?" Sniff ... Yes."Muriel entered. Penny was sitting on her bed, tears running down her cheeks. She burst out, "Oh, Muriel, I have lost my baby!"Muriel did as any mother would, and gathered Penny into her arms, giving her a comforting hug. "I know, dear. Hasan told me. There was no real reason for it. It just happened, and it should not prevent you having a future pregnancy, Penny my love." But I LOST my baby, Muriel!" Don't.