Out of the corner of my eye I caught a figure, it moved. I turned my head and for a second I thought it was Gary. But thankfully it was not, it was Gr...ce, as I looked at her she asked, “Have you seen my glasses dear?” Ralph did not seem concerned and did not miss a stroke, he just kept pumping me. I Said to Grace, “They must be in your room, have you looked in there?” Poor Grace, probably did not understand what I had said, she came close to the bed and squinted her eyes then she said to me,. No emotion whatsoever. Her anxiety becomes pure panic. It grips her from the inside and squeezes her wind pipe. Everything in her body wants to flee. She has to get away, now, but she can't budge. He is sitting on top of her, holding her down and glaring at her with those stark, blank orbs. She doesn't know what he is capable of. She believes he could do anything. If his mind is as blank as his eyes, then he could end her right here and not even wince. He wouldn't feel a thing. She has no. They could well have administered the Rohypnol in a coffee when they meet. It's tasteless and colourless. Official doses have a blue tint to them, but there's plenty on the market which has been made in unregistered laboratories, so no blue tint. If when they meet your wife they go into a café, I would be certain that this is when they will slip her the first dose. After that she has no chance of resisting. Her stupid curiosity got her to meet these people, but the drugs will destroy any. The first words out of him were, “You got a great pair of jugs, kid.” His cock was already erect and he was also built like a bull in that respect, plus he had a hefty sac. Listen, I’m not choosy—any size cock is just fine with me; they all taste good. I knelt down on the filthy floor between his knees and prepared to feast. I licked him first. I wanted the taste of his piss in my mouth and I also wanted to get down to the base and suck on his hair. I would have liked to lick his asshole, too,.