They ranged in age from twenty to thirty and they were all in it for the sex. Some had girlfriends, some had wives. It didn't matter to her and they d...dn't seem to mind. When she wanted sex, she simply said the word and they were there. Tonight was different, though. She wouldn't be calling one of them. Tonight, there was someone else on her mind. She had been working on this one for a while, and knew she would have to be careful in order to get what she wanted. He had only had one other. He got embarrassed. I rubbed his hands one at a time between my hands.“Your hands are like ice.”“It’s all right. I’m used to it.”I carried on rubbing his hands to get ‘em warm.He tried to pull his hands away, said he was ok.“Don’t be daft. I’m looking after you.”I was doing it coz I really did care. Didn’t want him to catch his death or nothing. He’d been delivering my paper for the last six months and to be honest, I was also getting a bit of a kick doing this. The thing is, I secretly fancied. I no longer cared, all I wanted was hard forceful raw sex. Somewhere through the fog of such sexual lust, I heard Dr. Campbell order both my daughters as well as my husband and son to keep their eyes open and watch their mother and wife take cock like the whore I was about to become. He told them that the injections I had received brought about a highly increased desire for sex, increased sexual reactions and feelings and greatly increased sensations. In short, the drugs were causing my slutty. " Then she gave me her Hello Kitty smile and added, "There is someone who really wants to meet you."That alone - "somebody who really wants to meet you" - should have been sufficient reason for me to decline the invitation. But I didn't. Instead I said, "What time and what kind of party?"She answered, "Starts at eight and it is a standard cocktail party with a bunch of mostly vanilla people from the university." I was still not sure whether my being there was repaying a favor Shelly once.