I went back to the kitchen to retrieve her drink and a cool towel and felt my cock stirring at the thought of what was soon to come.I went back to the...couch and sat down next to Christina who was now very flush and looked very drunk. I handed her the drink and told her to drink some more as I put the cold towel on the back of her neck to help “cool” her down. I said, “let’s sit here and watch some TV while you rest up.” I moved closer to her and place her head on my shoulder as I held her. She was going to be brainwashed and there was no escaping it. Suddenly, the d**gs and bordello scenario looked much more comforting. ‘Th-this is crazy, you can’t actually brainwash someone…You can’t…’ But instead of going into panic, she latched onto this idea of impossibility. That’s right – if the US government couldn’t find a way to brainwash people with that MKUltra thing, who could hope to? The words in her brain had to be an illusion somehow. Yes! Just something to make her panic so. Her tits are so beautiful with those puffy nipples. Everytime I slam her from behind those are moving in one fluent wave up and down. A deep growl is coming from me and this is the sign I can not hold any longer.The a****l sound pushes me over the edge and while I throw my head in my nek, I scream: "I am coming, I am going to come hard give it to me please!"I push my pelvis to her ass and move my hips rhythmical while she is is shaking and groaning in total excitement. My balls are on fire and. .?' I shook my head slowly as one of them rifled through my pockets. His report chilled me through and through. '...Punks broke, ain't got a cent...' The two largest stepped up and said '...that's too bad, you've got to come up with something to make us happy. And do it really, really quick...' I did not have to use my imagination to now what they wanted, both of them was stroking their penis through their pants leg. I muttered '...look fellows, I ain't no punk you've got to let me go, they.