"David, what have you done to me? What did you give me?" Her voice was slurred."Just a little relaxer for you, my sweet slut. You need to relax."Her l...gs started to shake and she suddenly sat down, unable to support her own weight. Slowly, she lay back against the carpet.Fear was in her face... fear."David, I can't sit up. What is happening?" She was trying to make her body respond, trying to control her muscles but she could not. She could barely talk. He looked down at her. The relaxant would. You must decide what precautions you will take, but that has been my experience.The power of the ring has natural limits. As you may remember from my narrative, it has no power over the male mind. I have tried many times to change a man's mind using the ring and each time the ring has remained inert on my finger. Do not get yourself in some situation depending on its power when men might be present. I have also found that it is an accurate measure of a woman's maturity. I have tried its power. For the first time since they had broken up many months before, they kissed each other. Kissing her passionately, deeply, she tasted her own juices, mingling with Susan's. Denise felt wonder that the two girls had given so much of themselves to her, and in return her heart felt wide open to them... They broke apart for a moment, and Denise huskily whispered to Elaine, "Your turn now!" She rolled her over, placing Elaine between the still quaking form of Susan and herself.Now it was Denise's. “Hello little fella” you say as you make what I think is the equivalent of a handshake. I feel myself swell instantly under your touch and you must feel it too. “I think he’s pleased to meet me!” you say with just a touch of humour in your tone and I couldn’t be further from laughter. You slide your fingers down towards new territory and sweep juices back up over the little fella as you gasp at the discovery of my wetness. I’m sure you smiled but I wasn’t watching. “Does he like to be tickled?”.