It all boiled down to one night not too long ago; Jess had what was left of a quarter bag of weed and a pint of Bacardi/ Vodka mix. I supplied the sna...ks and the drinks to mix with (neither of us ever drank it straight), and she supplied my high. I put on some music as she lit up a joint that she had brought with her and before I could press play, she was already tapping me on the shoulder to pass it along. It only took the two of us ten minutes to smoke down a perfectly good blunt, but we got. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am," she said. I ran my hand over the smooth skin of her ass, tracing my finger up the cleft. Her ass was so gorgeous. I pushed her knees apart so her dripping cunt was exposed. She was moaning as I stroked, so I raised my hand and gave her a sharp slap on the ass. She bucked slightly and made a squeaking noise. Then silence. I cleared my throat. "Oh my god. 1. Thank you mistress. Please spank me again." I slid my finger into her cunt, it was soaked. I retreated and. .”“Pardon me? Who’s speaking?” Phil spun around, searching for who was addressing him.“Us ... them ... their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this working?”Phil stopped. No foreplay and 5 minutes of grunting. Luckily he fell asleep quickly and I was able to get myself off before falling asleep. It had become standard bedtime for me. The week was spent again getting Oscar to lick me. He was doing it now without the gel. A couple of times I said “Oscar mount” while on hands and knees but he had no idea. I had to wait for Amy. Bruce again said he would be out Saturday and home about 6. That gave plenty of time for play. Amy arrived and encouraged Oscar to mount.