I told him about me as well and showed him some pics that I clicked on sea link, the gateway of India and other places.I don’t remember when I fell ...sleep in that back seat and when I woke up it was just 5 minutes past our departure. I check with Dhruv and he was also asleep but his hand holding his crotch from outside his pajamas. I adjusted myself and went back to sleep. I think Dhruv was not asleep because as soon as I went back to sleep I felt something on my thigh. I was wearing very loose. The Xenomorph pumps and pumps the crusted leathery hood over his mighty cock-tip as he pervs on my spastic robothrows. Mouth is full of faeces. Lips stink of poohole. Shirt stinks. Butt-crack shitty. As he watches my eyes roll right back into my head he enters the chamber. I am still alive, but my brain has been pulped, softened, neutered. I am a vegetable. My brain is nought but a lump of meat now. Cooked. Treated. Prepared for my Master to feast upon. I gurgle slowly, quietly, body calm and. My husband Pierre was on the computer working on a layout for a job that was due by Monday, and I was stuck doing nothing. I tried cleaning the house, but that didn’t work, I flipped thru the channels on the TV, but there was nothing interesting on. ‘Pierre, Honey, I’m bored.’ I said as I walked into the computer room and slumped down in the chair beside him. ‘I know Babe, but I really gotta finish this layout, or the boss will have my ass.’ ‘How about you take a break and I have your ass?’ I. Just imagine what it's gonna be like playing with those tits! You're one lucky fella." A drinky poo?" I asked cautiously. "What drinky poo?"Trefual look chagrined. "Uh, yeah, I meant to mention that to you." He grabbed a vial from off the counter. "Here ya go. Bottoms up!" He said, trying to hand it to me."What's in it?," I asked sharply."Trust me Kid, You really don't want to know. Just drink it." What is it!" I demanded."Are you sure you want to know?" Tell me now!" OK kid, Just remember that.