?No problem?, he replied back in French, since he could speak French as well, to Claire. Claire got up from her seat and walked to the table. She did...?t finish her drink. But while she had been gone, Hasan took out something from his jacket. It was a small bottle. He opened it and took out some dissolvable pill. He put it, inside Claire?s half empty glass. He watches it dissolve, smiling. Hasan is obviously one of those guys, who spike women?s drinks and turn them to rape victims.When Claire. "My neck is so stiff." Here let me," I said getting up and standing behind her chair.I gently massaged her neck and shoulders for a few minutes."Mmm, that feels so nice," she sighed, "I could just drop off now."This was just what I had been waiting these past weeks for."Why don't you close your eyes and relax?" I intoned. "Imagine you're alone on a white sandy beach. It's lovely and warm and the sea is lapping gently in and out."Mmm," she sighed, "you make it sound so nice, I can almost hear. “Does it hurt?” I asked. “A little, but it feels good too.” Jake replied. “Okay, do a little more.” I slowly pushed my cock a little farther into his asshole. Jake’s breathing became shallow and quick. He began to moan softly. I pulled back a little until just the head of my cock was inside him, and then pushed back in a little. Jake’s eyes rolled back into his head and he was panting. “All of it Toby, give me all of your cock.” He yelled out. “Oh god, fuck me Toby, fuck my ass.” In one swift. “It wasn’t in the curriculum!”“Well, these work a whole lot better than the Pope’s approved version.” She gave me a curious look. “The rhythm method. I would think with your family you’d know about that, but then again, with ten kids, I don’t think your folks are being too rhythmic.”“I don’t think so. This definitely isn’t on the Pope’s list of things to do,” she replied.“Really? I wonder what method he uses?” I asked innocently. As anticipated, this earned me a squeal of outrage. “Don’t be so.