Ok, I promised myself that I'd have sex with at least one psychologist before I did anything silly like starting a harem. I should reiterate that I am...quite insane. I'm not fully sure that we're actually having this conversation. I am hopeful a psychologist is listening to my words but it would not fully surprise me if this nice office is a delusion and I'm wearing a straight jacket.Thank you, I do prefer to believe I'm in your office. But if I am in an asylum, perhaps the words I think I'm. Switching to the other, he repeats the process, still grinding his now raging hard on into mine. Finally, he yanks the belt buckle open, and the buttons of my 501's in one motion, and hauling out my fully boned up 11” of cowboy meat, swallows it in one gulp.The air has gotten quiter now, with the bois staring in amazement at Dustin's excellent cocksucking skills. Up and down he goes, each time burying his nose into the massive forest of my pubes, also damp from the days sweat. He continues for. "More boobies later," assured Penny with a smile, "right now, Pete and Skip have a nice treat for you."They handed the old guide a small glass of High Sea fruit juice (which happened to be his favorite) with a dose of the more highly refined hypno-juice cleverly hidden inside it. Bernie downed it in one gulp."How long do we wait with your brew?" asked Pete, "Mine takes about twenty minutes." Yeah," said Skip dryly, "with that stuff you might as well be putting them under with a ball-peen. Aisha resisted and broke free briefly and ran to the bedroom door.She struggled to unlock it and just as she opened it, Michael was behind her and closed it abruptly. He grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.Aisha began to sit up and was about to stand, when Michael positioned himself in front of her, standing above her.He began to take off his clothes and Aisha yelled "what the hell are you doing?!"She tried to stand up, but Michael pushed her back down on the bed. As she struggled to move.