I rummaged through the panties, and found something hard.“shit" I muttered as I brought out my bowl I thought I’d lost. It wasn't going to be eas... convincing her not to smoke when she's using my bowl. With a little more rummaging I found a little bag of pot. Nothing else was found In her dresser or the rest of her room. “Well I can’t just order her to stop smoking she'll just do it anyway if she’s anything like me" I thought. My own mother had caught me when I was her age and flipped out.. Me,” she growled again, She stepped forward. A small step, but clearly a forward kind of step.He coughed a bit, covered his mouth. “Here?” he asked quietly, his thick eyebrows jumping up. She liked that his question was that of geography than probability. Of course this would happen, whatever “this” was going to be. But, “On aisle 11?” He looked up and down the empty aisle. “The frozen aisle?”“Yes. The frozen aisle. What? You want to move to the baking goods aisle? Or maybe the meat. I had never tasted cum before, and it was surprisingly salty. At first I wasn't sure what to do with it - Let it dribble? Spit it out? - but I ended up just swallowing it, loving every second.When Chris finished cumming, he pulled me to my feet and laid me down on the end of the bed so that my ass was on the edge. He knelt on the ground directly in front of my pussy and pulled off my Victoria's Secret bikini panties. Hesitating only for a second, Chris then began to eat me out.I had never felt. Slowly the fog lifted. Everything was fuzzy and it felt like she was swimming. Nothing connected.Slowly as consciousness returned, Louisa felt her labored breath, stroking in and out of her mouth. She gulped another breath as she fought to breathe. Her head was bowed forward, her chin settled on her chest as she panted.Order returned to her senses. She was alive. Lifting her head, she realized she was no longer shackled. The bracelets were still on her wrists and she reached and touched them..