I want to show you something"…..as I sat on the bed she pulled out a bottle of expensive vodka. It wasn't "top shelf", it was the stuff kept in the ...ack room. Grabbing a couple shot glasses she filled them up and we toasted. The vodka was as cold as ice and was smoother than Grey Goose or Belvadere. Snatching the empty glass from my hand, she started kissing my neck. Her breath was filled with booze and the smell of burnt almonds, which as I had learned is what meth smells like when smoked. She. " Jess-Belle looked Billy-Ben in the eyes. She held the look as long as she could before cracking up. Snorting between giggles she said, "I'm just teasing, Billy. It's because he closes the shop in the town so late and he doesn't want to walk all the way home after sundown on nights like this. You know how folks are: superstitious." She laid her head on his shoulder again. "There's no real werewolf. That's an old folk's story." 'I know that," Billy-Ben said, but there was a tremor in his voice. The heavy mixture always made her go weak at the knees, and he knew it. She sipped the wine as he eased one of the straps over her shoulder and started to nibble at her shoulder. Charlotte placed the glass down turned to face him wrapping her arms around his neck so she could kiss him deeply so he could taste the wine on her lips and tongue. This was too much for him as he felt her body against him, making him grow against her. He tugged at the buttons on his shirt and threw it to the floor. Now, Paula- you will keep your eyes on Slut until I tell you otherwise.? Tears streaming down her frightened face Paula raised her eyes to look at Slut. Paula made a muffled series of grunts and moans and shrieks from behind her large ball gag; saliva drooled down from her face. Without missing a beat, Sir calmly but forcefully swiveled on His feet to deliver a back-hand to Paula’s cheek. She recoiled and began to sob in earnest.Faithful reader, please take note, that Paula and Sir have.