“Cute, but we can go back to mine. I gotta get out of these wet clothes.” “Alrighty.” I began to drive her home, but my mood was a little diff...rent than before. I kind of caught a glimpse of her erect nipples through her soaked blouse, and all I could think about during the whole trip was sucking and licking them. If I could just have one opportunity without any awkwardness I think I could rest a happy man at this moment. That very thought alone sent lustful chills up my spine, I had to catch. Clothes were flying in the air like a line of wash in a high wind and there were female hands all over her, caressing her hardened nipples, stroking the dark curls of her pubic hair.The forbidden act of a naked girl intimately touching another naked girl strangely excited the drugged young ingenue. Primitive Spanish folk music played loudly in the background. A battery of colored lights and psychedelic slides played grotesquely on the girl's beautiful naked bodies as they danced and kissed and. Thinking about the incident later that morning I remembered having a boyfriend that used to suck my toe before he made love to me. The sucking slug felt like that and it wasn't unpleasant.The following morning I went nude as usual with my coffee into the atrium to just relax and also took with me a large bowl of milk for the slugs. I set up my lounging air mattress on the floor and propped up the back like a lounging chair. Just like the previous day the slugs were on the vine stem sucking on. A spacious apartment had been constructed in what was essentially a loft, and accessed by a wooden staircase. It was well furnished, with all the amenities Ratchet could possibly want. As part of his remuneration package was concerned, even Ratchet’s weekly groceries were supplied by Mr Harris. The provisions were always delivered to Ratchet at around ten-thirty on Wednesdays, by Laura, Mr Harris young wife. Mr Harris was well into his fifties, and his first wife had passed away four years.