After a shower, I slipped in to a pink babydoll nightie with thong panties and pink, 5 inch, high heel sandals. I added my pink rhinestone collar and ...eash, pink jeweled butt plug, and my pink leather wrist and ankle restraints. When John walked in the door, I greeted him with a tall glass of his favorite bourbon, handed him the leash attached to my collar and dropped to my knees to unzip his pants. As his beautiful 8 inch cock cleared his pants, I could see he was wearing a heavy silver cock. A warm, queasy feeling flowed from the tip of her finger through my body like a first sip of brandy. She could see and feel the effect and increased the pressure to my prostrate magnifying the heat now setting me on fire. She willed me to cum in her mouth, another first for me. Just seconds before I started pumping cum she swallowed me down her throat. The resulting explosion gagged her but she did her best to reclaim all that I had to give. The hypersensitivity of my cock made her efforts. She realized that she was standing on her toes, her weight supported effortlessly in his strong arms, his azure member firm enough that it was practically lifting her off the floor.She moaned as he rubbed his shaft against her vulva, her juices wetting its already moist surface as it pressed against her loins. She felt so hypersensitive, like her nervous system had been kicked into overdrive. Even the sensation of his manhood pressing against her inner thighs was enough to make her seethe with. Then somebody else figured out how to make synthetic quinine, the active ingredient. But how do you get people to voluntarily take this really bitter drug? You make it fun. Mix it with some carbonated soda and your gin and drink it down. You’ve cured yourself and gotten drunk at the same time.”“You’re kidding me, right?” said a skeptical Jason.“No, he’s not,” stated the bartender polishing the glassware and expecting another order. “That’s the truth.” He pushed a small bottle of tonic water to.