Where did Mrs. Johnson put it?

Mrs. Johnson chatted away, she didn't care one bit that Jake sat there in his birthday suit. Jake, on the other hand, only just managed to maintain a polite and friendly demeanour. Between nearly breaking down into sobs at the embarrassment and almost laughing his head off at how ridiculous his night had become, he was barely keeping his shit together.

He sipped the remainder of his tea and ate the cake, his mind racing to try and keep the rest of his conversation with Mrs. Johnson as brief as possible while trying to find a way to redirect her to give him the key.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he finished his tea and cake. "Well, it was lovely to catch up with you, Mrs. Johnson," Jake said. He quickly thanked Mrs. Johnson and stood up, putting down his cup and covering his junk as fast as he could.

Standing up as well, Mrs. Johnson patted him on the arm. "I'll see you in the morning." She began to guide him to the door.

Jake **** a smile again and apologised, asking her again to let him have the spare key to his apartment.

“Oh goodness, I forgot." The old lady said, “I'll be right back,”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief as Mrs. Johnson left the room. He couldn't wait to get out of there and be back in the safety and comfort of his own home. As he waited for her to return, he tried to shake off the embarrassment and discomfort he had just experienced. Finally, Mrs. Johnson returned with the giant handbag, rummaging through it to find the spare key.

Jake watched her intently, feeling a sense of urgency to leave as soon as possible.

“Hmm, I'm sure I put it in here. Hold this for me, dear." She gently pushed the bag into Jake's chest, forcing him to let go of his junk and hold the giant bag instead. Jake reluctantly held the bag, feeling the weight of it on his arms. Wondering what the hell Mrs. Johnson could possibly be carrying in there. Keenly aware that his dick and balls were exposed and ****, he shifted uncomfortably,

trying to lower the bag and find a way to hold it without revealing too much.

“Lift it up, sweetheart, I can't see inside.”

Jake reluctantly complied, lifting the bag up to Mrs. Johnson's eye level. Mrs. Johnson continued to search through the bag, muttering to herself as she went. Jake could feel his patience wearing thin as he waited for her to find the key. She peered inside, a look of disappointment crossing her face. "No, it's not in there either. I must have put it somewhere else," she said, shaking her head.

Jake let out a sigh of frustration. He had been hoping to retrieve the key quickly and make his way out, but it seemed like he was going to be stuck there for a while longer. He stood there awkwardly, trying to keep his private parts hidden from view, as he watched Mrs. Johnson potter around her apartment, muttering about where she might have put the key.

Finally, Mrs. Johnson let out a triumphant "ah-ha!" and pulled out the spare key from a drawer by the sofa. Jake breathed a sigh of relief once again, eager to finally leave. Mrs. Johnson handed it to Jake with a smile.

"Thank you," he said, quickly grabbing the key as he turned to leave.

Mrs. Johnson coughed, “My bag, please, Jake.” she said with a smile.

Jake turned back to Mrs. Johnson and handed her the bag, momentarily flashing her as he switched hands to cover his dick. Mrs. Johnson gave him a smile as she looked him up and down.

"Thank you again, Mrs. Johnson," he said with a smile before finally making his way out of the apartment, finally free from the suffocating grip of Mrs. Johnson's hospitality.

He walked across the hall, back to his apartment, inserted the key, and threw open the door. His mind raced as he remembered every excruciating detail of the awkward encounter.

Still shaking from the adrenaline, he locked his door and entered his bedroom. Closing the door behind him, he collapsed onto his bed, feeling defeated but victorious in the end.

Suddenly, he heard a soft whisper in his ear, and he turned around to see the witch standing behind him.