Ok, give it to me. Freakinpink pill...whoever made that needs some help." With that Jessie was offto school. "Did you see how happy he was when he com... for breakfast today?" Amanda, this is just the start. The future is getting brighter by themoment dear."Jessie's slipped into his routine quite easily. He would listen to hisaudio tapes at bedtime and take his pink pill like clockwork in themorning. Other than his slightly changed demeanor, however, little changeswere noticeable. He still had an. Our 'benefactors' dropped me a line at the start of week eight.The rain had stopped by the time I'd finished filling Betty and my sister Patricia up with a good dose of my seed. As usual, the fun left me with an appetite. So I decided to skip my morning shower and instead head over to the kitchen to whip up a late breakfast. I was surprised to see that a couple of awnings had been raised over the two picnic tables. It made me notice that the ground was slightly wet. As I glanced around to see. I was thinking of the perversions of the TV show wed watched and without thinking much I said, Id love to see you in the hands of those guys. My wife lifted her mouth from my cock just long enough to murmur, what guys? Those Devil worshippers, I replied with with my mouth half buried in her cunt. Oh God! but …… she exclaimed, seemingly shocked out of her lust and sitting up suddenly. Not all the way of course, I said to reassure her as I remembered that in the TV show the men were about to. And thinking that John had failed to follow through on the lesbian sex thought, decided maybe she would try switching teams for a while. “But how to go about it?” She thought. “Maybe women in a strip club would be there to look at girls! Well, I am dressed like a butch dyke. I can play the role.” No sooner thought than done, she pulled her bike into one of the more obvious establishments, and walked inside. Instant pandemonium, not because of her, but just the ambiance of the place. She walked.