This will knock you out for about an hour, but shouldn't leave much in the way of lingering effects. I'm sorry, but that's the only way we can do this..."Samantha was still suspicious, but she finally said, "Well, I guess I have to trust you. You're not going to sell me to some slaver in Timbuktu somewhere, are you?" Don't know any slavers - in Timbuktu or anywhere else," I answered seriously, "but if I ever met one, one of us would wind up dead. I believe in slavery only when the slave consents. It was obvious what he was doing. He called her, told her to come. But he didn’t tell her that Becca was angry, that she had said no, that she’d broken up with him. No, he told her she was in, that she was excited. It was his way; corner you, put you on the spot, wear you down until you say yes, even if just to make him stop talking. Next, he’d be buying drinks, whispering in Justine’s ear, sending her up to the bar to flirt awkwardly in front of Joey and Darryl and the two out-of-towners.For a. Soon Vic was guiding my head with his hands, watching as his saliva-slicked shaft slid in and out of my hot mouth. It didn’t take long before I was taking him balls deep, my nose slamming into his kinky clump of public hair. Shortly after that he tried to push me away again, muttering, "Ooohhh mifuckingod, I'm gonna cum buddy. I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth if you don’t pull off.” Instead of pulling off, I kept on sucking because if I was going to be a cocksucker I was going to be one all. . talked about things." And you really think that caused her to stop?" Don still sounded skeptical."All I know is that, when we were done ... she wasn't stuttering anymore." Done? What do you mean done?" Don's eyes opened wide and an anguished look came onto his face. "No!" he said. "Never mind. I don't want to know."Bob leaned back in his chair. They watched TV for a while. There was continuous murmuring on the other side of the room. Once in a while they could hear an individual word, or part.