I drove the rest of the way to Vegas as Sara slept noisily in the back seat. And to make sure there was no mistaking what this weekend was about, Nick... blew me as we drove through the desert and swallowed me clean.Sara, who could have planned the Normandy Invasion, had this trip down to the last detail. She had us booked at the Luxor (the big-ass pyramid in the middle of the Strip), and it was a fine little (not-so-little) spa suite with a jacuzzi in the corner, a fridge, great views, room. Vixen shook her head. "After poor Taylor shot himself, my memory is all fuzzy until I got back on campus. I don't even remember driving home from New York." You must have been drugged."Vixen nodded as his grease-covered fingers entered her sensitive passage. She did a series of Kegel exercises and choked back a gasp as the pain struck when she squeezed."Do you ever recall taking one of the date rape drugs before, perhaps when you were younger?" Maybe once, back in high school." She sniffed. "I. We found a room and the blonde took charge telling me to pour some drinks and sit and watch the show, and what a show it was, they were at it for a good twenty minutes but it seemed like hours, so I just sat there tugging with the blonde telling me to make sure I don’t cum.Getting into a 69 with Julie on the bottom finally the blonde said come on its time I had some cock in me, getting behind her she told Julie to suck it first and get it nice and wet then put it in her, in the heat of the. They sent a limo to take me to Ft. Stockton, a Learjet to take me to Houston International, and a Bell Jet Ranger to ferry me from IAH to Exxon tower. I was in the board room about 20 minutes after arriving in Houston. I was seated on one side of a long table. I was given a glass of water and the diminutive red head with the dynamite figure asked me if I wanted anything else."Yes, but I don't think it's on the menu" I replied with my best Groucho Marx eyebrow lift impression. She blushed and I.