" Stacy made mock retching sounds until she realised that no one was paying attention. She decided to just get on with asking Clifford an important qu...stion."Cliffy do we have any of that stuff left over from the party?" No Stacy, I poured it all out. It's too dangerous. Don't forget what happened to Kerry and Ian."Stacy and Clifford had tried the brew on Kerry and Ian with dramatic results. After an amazing performance the two had not been seen back at school for nearly a week. Then last. Felt him moving back to make room. Felt the thing she was waiting for. Felt his nakedness moving back to touch her.She soared, her whispered moan unmistakable to him. She pushed back, feeling for his hardness. Arching her back as she sought him with her entrance. Every sense tingling with delight, so close to what she sought. Angling to find the right connection.Then she felt him, spreading her, delicious. Her copious moisture paving the way.She resisted the sudden urge to impale herself. Remembering what he’d witnessed the night before when his mother had jerked off all three boys onto the kitchen table, a devilish thought occurred to him, that this specific strand of cum was Jamal’s. He remembered how awestruck he had been when Jamal came, his cum shooting out like a streak of white lightning from his mother’s stroking hand. And this ribbon of protein looked just like that long white rope that had landed with a splat on the dining room table.Overcome with excitement, Elliott. Master takes it from me lubes up the length then reaches down and through the hole in my stockings slipping it onto my little hole. “Time for you to please master” is all he says as he walks out and sits on a chair next to his kitchen table. Mmmmmm I think.I follow Master. He gets me up on the table with my back to him, kneeling down so he can get a full view of my work. I struggle at first trying to get the dildo through the hole in my stockings (I’m drunk) so pull them down to just under my.