What if I…?” Again she left me hanging, her voice fading as she leaned towards me and rested her face next to mine. Her lips softly touched my che...k, and her hands caressed my hair, bringing my head closer, and turning my face toward her, a light kiss on the lips following. “Eight minutes. Are we just going to let the time pass, minute by minute, or are we going to speed it up, filling each minute with more than we could imagine?” Her hands reached inside my unbuttoned waistcoat, and she pulled. "Clarissa felt her strength escape her body."Oh No! He drugged me!" Clarissa thought to herself. She tried to get away from him, but her legs felt like jelly and she lost her balance.She felt Mike grabbing her, put his arms under her arms from behind her, and pulled her close him. One of his hands reached for her neck. His fingers lingered on the top button of her shirt, while his other hand grabbed her breast. She realized that he's trying to unbutton her shirt, but she couldn't pry his hands. She looked very sexy with her body figure 34-24-34.As we became close to reach other in a week and i came to know that she is married and her age is 35 yrs but she never looked as 35 yrs.Coming to the story…Daily both use to chat in night sitting in bench in hotel lawn having Beer and talking about each other. From her talks i came to know to that her husband is business man and there sex life is not good. On one Friday night i planned to visit San Francisco strip club. I had never been to. My throat had stopped contracting my I had yet to find a steady breathing pattern.“Oh that feels great,” Randy grunted. He held me there. My breathing returned to normal despite having a boner lodged in my throat.How could this be really happening I thought. How after two years of totally straight friendship do I all of the sudden have Randy’s dick deep down my throat. These thoughts buzzed in my mind as Randy withdrew his dick again. He only pulled out half way this time then he slammed it.