” She thought for a minute and added, “I think there were about eighty people here. When I came up to the house about three-thirty, Marcia told me...that a bunch of people had left. So, I think this crowd is what’s left.” She gestured around the patio to all of the tables where people were happily engrossed in conversation. I felt sure the place looked like outdoor breakfast at a nudist colony on a warm sunny day.Elsa leaned over close to me and whispered, “OK, Mr. Man Slut, how many pussies were. I asked what she was going to eat. She opened her bag and plucked out some neatly wrapped sandwiches. She started to describe the school schedule as we sat there. She just talked and talked. I figured it was her kind of defensive mechanism. I listened to her, hanging on every word.Wednesday morning I had to run past a couple of groups of kids to catch up with Alice who was walking alone to school. She didn’t pay any attention as I caught her up, but when I said “Hi Alice.” she turned, alarmed,. I don't even know what the stuff's called--I don't think it has a street name yet--but administered in tiny doses over a few hours, it intensifies the effects of alcohol, causing stupor, followed by a state in which the victim--sorry to call you a victim--becomes extremely susceptible to suggestion." Stupor..." Yes, I see it's working."John wanted to call out for help, but it came out a hoarse whisper. Even if he did manage to cry out, who would hear him over the music? And who would help him?. He was driving his tongue deeply into me, his fingers never leaving my clit. I felt him reach for something with his free hand, but since he never slowed the pleasure he was giving me, I hardly took notice. Then he pulled his mouth away and I felt something cool slide into me. He had located my favorite toy, my glass dildo, and he was pushing it deeper and deeper inside me. The combination of his fingers on my clit and the cool, glass sliding inside me was so intense. “Hunter…yes…oh God!” was.