Getting down on the floor, I began to hike her dress up. Up, up up…and with a tug, her underwear was down. But that woke her. Temporarily overcoming...the drug, her eyes flew open. ‘What are you doing? Where – what is happening…’ I took no notice of her struggle but pushed my fist into her dripping wet pussy. ‘Unnngh…unnngh…no, we must study..I..teacher…’ Her voice was slurring like a drunkard’s. ‘Certainly Miss, do continue explaining the Periodic Table,’ I said, fisting her quicker and quicker.. " Father was delighted, a fellow who would rather risk his life than pay a gambling debt," Mabel sighed, "You had better meet him before he succumbs." What?" I asked."He is dying," she said, "He is in the small parlour, come."I was unprepared indeed for the sight that regaled me, a make-shift bed within a small sitting room, a haggard man, old before his time laying under a thin sheet, his jet black hair now greyed, his forearms thinned until the veins stood out, his chest sagged and yet bound. "Kneel down now and remove my boots." Having a white male kneeling naked before her, in the act of tending to her basic needs, gave her even more satisfaction. She tingled with pleasure as he gently handled her feet in unlacing her boots. She was so glad she had found Jenny; a like-minded women who encouraged her to indulge her fantasies, especially those where control of males was concerned. She had this one just where she wanted him, and intended to indulge all she could. Her boots now. “I just worry about you.” Ryan put his hand on her cheek. She felt herself leaning into it, her brown Indian skin in stark contrast to his barely tanned one. “You’re a really nice person, Nancy. I know you and Cat have been having a rough patch lately, and - I know you guys are so close.” At the thought of Catherine, her breath caught. Catherine wouldn’t have told him what they had done together, would she? Images of Catherine flashed through her mind. Catherine’s soft, pink lips, those rosy.