It was a good idea. Were all people with bad addictions different somehow from other people? Were they all sad and feel cold?Then I thought about the ...ensation we had felt as we drove through the hollow on the way home. It was a cold empty feeling there. Could it be that there were a group of addicts near there? It was an area that was noted for its illegal drug production."I can get us guest passes and we can go on a tour past the treatment center." Emily offered."And I can take you down to. I leave the room when I come back Jean is on Dave’s lap kissing him as he is finger fucking her I pull down the top of her Basque and play with her tits, I tell Jean she has got to suck Dave’s cock she kneels in front of Dave gets his cock out and starts to suck him off I get behind and start fucking her, I come and we swap Dave then fucks her as she licks me clean, he comes and Jean licks him clean, after a few more drinks Dave goes home. I’m over the moon a sexual fantasy for filled Jean. Once back inside the mansion, she stored the two buckets away and walked out of the room.The hallway was eerily quiet; usually she could hear the voices of Master, young Master discussing variety of subjects or Mistress entertaining several guests for the evening. But this evening things were much more quieter than usual. Perhaps Master and young Master went out for a visit Stella thought. If that was the case, then the mansion was completely empty and she could sneak into Mistress' room to. She passionately bobbed and stroked for another 40 seconds or so as I repeatedly roared my approval. I had my eyes clutched tightly closed. I finally opened them as I began to come down from the “best one ever.” You know the feeling. The pleasure so pronounced that it almost verges on being labeled “pain.” As I opened my eyes, my world began to slowly unravel. There was darkness all around and there before me was my bride. We were not in our living room. I was lying on our bed and she was.