With that, Mr. Beetlesmith slid a small baggie across the counter. In it were two small tabs that looked remarkably similar to windowpane or blotter, ...rug paraphernalia that I had not seen since the days of my youth. ‘What’s this,’ I inquired, sarcastically, ‘Acid?’ Beetlesmith chuckled knowingly, ‘The delivery system is the same I suppose, but instead of acid, as you so descriptively put it, each tab is laced with a mere drop of my elixir. As to its application, administer one tab and one tab. She again started the game again by telling Debbie that I was untucking her shirt. So I followed her suggestion and began doing that. Then as I slipped my hands up her shirt and began groping her breasts I could hear Debbie threatening to hang up if I didn't get on the phone. Cynthia handed me the phone and now Debbie was going to be mine, but not in the way either woman might have predicted. Debbie was demanding that she was going to come over so we "could talk" I looked at Cynthia saying. She was hesitant at first, but quickly became bolder and kissed him back hard while nipping at his bottom lip. He alternated kissing and biting at her neck, her collarbone and top of her breasts. He looked at Shay and told her to sit back against the door and with her knees up to spread her legs. She hesitated and he raised his voice sternly, "Now, slut!" She opened her eyes wide, breath quickening, and she slid into position. Trey looked into her eyes, then enjoyed the view of her pussy,. ” He closed the door, softly. “What the fuck is this? Who told you to bring this naked fucking whore to my office?” “I’m sorry, but…” stammered the poor fool. “I am not your naked whore, you old bitch.” I didn’t like to be insulted. I walked right up to her to pushed my face and tits against hers. “Victoria sent me to give you the documents. If you have any savvy underneath this outdated hairstyle and dress, you will treat Pussy Power as an important client.” I was steamed up. “If you don’t.