It won’t happens again…Mistress: it better not…Now come here and start to lick my feet….I went to her feet and started licking it…From where...I was and she being sitting on the sofa her pink fully shaven pussy was visible because of that short dress. Seeing that my dick sprang up like a spring and was saluting it…She saw my reaction and understood my emotions. She said want this or what??? I nodded in agreement, yes mistress. She said okay and came and sat on my face with her pussy straight. She'd had oral love with him.No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights... One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a. Lynn backed off justa little. It was an opportunity for me to squeeze out of my entrapmentand I took it. I made for the office door as best I could, but it was nogood, Lynn only had to walk briskly to keep up with me. She cut me offin the hall, blocking any escape to the outside world. She leered at meas she advanced upon me. I kept backing away, but that only got mecloser to the bedroom, the very place she wanted me to be.Once we were deep inside her bedroom, Lynn stopped coming at me. . Trickles of sweat made their way at the whim of gravity. And it was all right, because it wasn't my fault. It was the drugs. Some part of my psyche was being added to, or toyed with, or torn away. I couldn't move. I couldn't protest. I resolved to get through this alive.My hair was matted to my forehead and my body was hot. A cool breeze wafted over my skin as though a nearby door had been opened and closed. I moaned as I felt the prick of another needle at the base of my clitoris. Tingling.