Sarah's eyes bulged in terror. The drug! The drug! Why didn't it work! She felt only fear, not the blind lust that she now craved like a junkie craves...heroin.And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected. The first piercing warning came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the mattress and began running his rough callused hands over her smooth, cringing young flesh.Her reaction was violent! A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body. Removing his hand completely elicited a whimper from Jane, who earnestly wished the pleasures to return. Return he did, but in the shape of a large blunt stick which was pushed unceremoniously into her most private parts, clearly damaging her beyond repair as she felt it tear something inside her. Her scream at this point was muffled almost entirely by Henry's mouth being strategically placed over hers.In the morning Henry told Jane to have a bath, the almost unknown luxury of plentiful hot. Without ceremony it was thrust down her throat and she gagged. She couldn't breath as the penis plowed down her mouth. She could do nothing as his hand worked her head back and forth. "Stop" she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her throat. When he pulled her head back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her head forward and held it. She couldn't breathe. She felt his cum pouring down her gullet as his massive tool twitched in her throat.She collapsed to the ground vomiting.. He would wind up dying in prison from aids.Angie would recover, in six months her devorce would be finalized, she actually came out of the devorce with twenty-five hundred dollars. Pete her brother sewed the motel for the loss of her car and won, because the tree was on their property and they had been warned by the city it was a hazard. She would never see John again. Angie would go on the to remarry, have three k**s, plus her daugther with Don, and after twelve years of marrage her husband.