Thoughts of Dinner together, which the ‘couple’ had been discussing, were put to one side and another drink was consumed by the unsuspecting Carol... along with another small dose of Rohypnol.Thirty minutes later, leaning against the bar, Carol was unsteady and almost incoherent and the busy Barman began looking at Ali with a look of part suspicion and part annoyance, that yet another British woman was getting drunk in his Bar. Then just on cue, Fatima appeared beside Carol and Al and playing her. This was a time where citizens of the kingdom could come and bring problems before the crown in hopes of a resolution, so it was pretty interesting to watch. Most of the problems were trivial things and Reiea handled them like a pro, surprising Richard with her keen insight and problem solving skills. It was still hard to believe she was the same girl who slipped into his bed one night because she didn't want to sleep alone, and how she was always hanging onto him whenever they were around one. As for his part he just gave a grunt.Following similar occasions her husband apologized for his behaviour and following the same pattern was the ideal husband, till again the 'brown ale' took its tole, however, now Jenny didn't really care and in fact welcomed the drunken behaviour that always led to a long bout of sleep. That was the time when her neighbour gave her what she craved – a fuck, but not just an ordinary fuck but one that would satisfy the most hardened whore. He took her across. After ten strokes, they would change places. The person fucking me would shift to Bhakti’s cunt and the person whose cock I was sucking would be fucking my cunt. Likewise they shift by one place. The first one to ejaculate would go to bathroom, clean up, get dressed and wait for others to finish. The more desperate they were to cum in our cunts, they came in our mouths. We didn’t mind either way. We were enjoying immensely.As days progressed, they learned Anal fucking also.Their parents were.