I looked around and saw a med injector.I opened my comm, “I need a med response at my location for a possible drug induced coma.”I watched her and...it was a couple of minutes before the med response team rushed in. They moved to the bed and started checking her before glancing at me. I nodded to the med injector and one moved to it with a scanner. A moment and he turned and opened his kit and bent to inject something into the girl.She groaned and shifted and the team relaxed and one nodded to. " What are you saying? Do you want to fuck someone else?" It is just a fantasy! I could never do that to you. You are the only man I could ever love." Kim, there is a big difference between making love and just sex. Would you want to actually have sex with someone else?" Ken, you have been the only one I've ever been with." Kim, please be honest with me, would you ever want to have sex with someone else." No, Yes, I don't know. I'm so confused by these feelings; I don't know what to think. I've. Sarah’s shaved cunt was level with Deb’s face now, and I could see Deb’s tongue delving into Sarah’s pussy, as she had spread her feet apart just enough. Sarah moaned, Deb licked harder, and I stroked faster. At one point I had to squeeze the base of my prick to keep from coming. As it was, my pre-cum was providing plenty of lube. Sarah pulled Deb to her feet, kissing her hotly, tasting her own juices on Deb’s tongue. Deb’s skirt soon hit the floor and Sarah’s fingers teased her step. Technicalities only took finite time. When it was all settled, she sat back in her seat, thinking about Jazira's call for help. She'd known Jazz and the others for years, since her parents had moved to Morocco when she was in her teens. Somehow she had become a leader of the group of girls and the boys who were drawn to them. She and Isabella were the only non-Muslim, non-Mahgrebis in their wide circle of friends, but that didn't seem to matter. She always seemed to be the one to whom they all.