I had never had a drink before that night. Despite this, I put away the booze like a seasoned lush... I was told later I killed a fifth of Jim Beam by...myself. I remember running into her and saying some nasty shit (I definitely called her slut, but the rest is a blur), I remember getting slapped, and I remember getting into her car. I don't remember anything else until I woke up holding her in the back of her Suburban. I was shocked and painfully hung over. She dropped me off at my house after. When she tilted her glass to take a drink, so did Susan. Betsy could see the woman's head go back and her neck expand as the peach-paralyzer flowed down her throat. Betsy deftly reached up with her free hand and pinched one of Susan's enlarged nipples. The daring act didn't bring about any retaliation and Susan merely sat still, as Betsy tweaked one, and then the other inflated nipple.Susan's fingers strained, as they held onto the side of the pool, and she acted like her arms were stuck in. “I’ve barely started yet,” Becky chuckled, “but I’ll stop.”“Thanks.”“Katie’s actually awake this morning,” Becky informed me. “I think she’s looking forward to today’s lesson.”“Only one of us at a time gets to be naked, right?”“Right,” she nodded. “One of you has to keep their underwear on. I think you’ll both have a lot of fun today.”“I’ll make sure Katie does,” I said while trying to wiggle my eyebrows like Groucho Marx. I’m not sure the effect was all that good, but it got a laugh out of. How will you punish me?” I heard her say breathlessly. “I will spank you,” I told her, “hard!” There was silence. “Could I stay...could I stay with you instead of the hotel, please?” “It will cost you,” I told her. I could hear her heavy breathing. “What will it cost me?” “You will be treated like a whore,” I told her. I could hear her sigh. “Where are you?” I asked her. “On my bed,” she replied. “He’s out shopping with the girls.” “What are you wearing?” “Jeans, top,” she.