Was it a dream? Stacythought, as she examined herself, nothing to see but a few scrapes and scratchesthat could have come from anywhere. Looking at ...erself in the mirror, she sawthat she had on a white baby doll t-shirt and a clean pair of panties. Lickingher lips, she didn't taste anything in her mouth; no cum residue, nothing!Unsteadily, she looked at herself in the mirror, aside from some frazzled hair;she was the same as she always was. Gasping and moaning, Stacy's breasts jiggled to and. It soon not be so easy, not be so quick, I think, hee-hee.Alan not a stupid man. He very weak man, but not stupid. Not same thing. He suspect what pill are, what kind of herb I make him take, but he can’t help himself. He like too much making cum on cloth while playing kissy-foot. He think maybe he can stop when he like, break up with me, but I don’t think possible. I think he play until end, until no get hard any more, until he my slave-girl. I have mother who mixes the herbs for pills. She. Hank stood up and pulled the dagger from its sheath, it glowed and danced across his fingers, then was in his hand again, he took Natalie's hand and wrapped her fingers around his and the dagger. Hank silently spoke to the dagger and the dagger spoke to Natalie returning her health and life to her, the dagger spoke again "never forget you are the first born of Cairin, we are always with you child, should you need us." The man Hank had become, smiled down at the sister that had always cared for. The opening door comes to a bumping halt as it hits something wedged between the wall of the door and the wall of the sink. The attendant is lying on the floor with the front of his shirt up-over his shoulders, his shorts around his ankles. Legs over head with his ass against the close wall and his head against the far wall under the sink. His shoes however are caught on the faucet and taps of the sink above his head. His entirely too large yet flacid cock is resting against against his lips..