I didn't know a drink could do that. I've known drinks for taking away bad days, for mending broken hearts, and for celebrating a triumph. This was so...ething else. This wasn't a drink with a silly saucy name that drunken women ordered and pretended to flirt with the bartender. This was the fuel that ran the jazz age, the house parties of Noel Coward plays. This was Promethean fire, a secret stolen from the Gods themselves.I caught the bartender watching my face intently. She could tell this was. He'd never felt so alive. "Don't cum yet, slave" She ordered"Yes, Mistress" Frankie answered ,quivering because his hard throbbing cock just couldn't hold it in anymore. "Undress me, Slave"Frankie hurries to take off her shirt and black lace bra almost unable to unhook her bra because of his body shaking from pleasure holding back his cum."Cum on my tits, you dirty slave" "Whatever you say, Mistress"Frankie's warm cum surrounded Vanessa's gorgeous round firm tits. Vanessa takes off her pants. 'First tonight, you will service my friends' I hear you say.And feel you move away from me. The person sucking my tits continue too, but someone else start to suck on my clit.Without warning, all of these wonderful sensations stop.I lay on the cold stone floor confused.Then i feel someone lay on top of me and a cock push into my mouth. I try my best to suck his dick as he pays attention to my clit, and i hear you criticise my technique from across the room several times. I just can't. I eased myself slowly down on his hard cock, savouring every inch as it slid delectably inside me. Trevor grasped my thong at the waist and snapped it one impressive move. Holding my thong up to his nose, he inhaled my scent like a bloodhound and smiled.“It smells, tastes and feels delicious!” Then discarded my ripped thong across the floor.Trevor looked down at my smooth shaved pussy, sliding up and down his length, feeding my unfaithful cunt with his virile manhood. I rocked my hips slowly,.