I bent over and picked up a med bottle. Phenobarbital. That’s right, I thought to myself, she had said he was an epileptic! I counted the bottles, ...ll empty. He’d taken close to 120 of them, probably within the past hour. I said nothing, but walked out, looking for the phone and dialing 911. ‘YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!’ he croaked in a sob.. ‘Well, I’m not,’ I spat at him, holding my head and fighting the pounding pain with accompanying nausea. The emergency operator answered and I told her. It was so silky smooth therewasn't even enough friction to cause my chemise to bunch up. The softlypleated cap sleeves draped delicately over my shoulders. The scallopedsweetheart neckline dipped enticingly to show just a hint of French laceon the bodice of my slip. 'Oh how I wish I could do this dress justicewith some real cleavage of my own!' I mused.The dress was tight enough to emphasize the faux nipples imbedded into mysilicone breast forms and to nip in my already slender twenty-two. He says "let me smell to see if you are clean." She tries to scream "no!" he says “be still or you will be punished." she wriggles still so he spanks her, leaving a red mark and a handprint on her ass. She yelps and stops wriggling. He squeezes her cheeks. His patience is running thin. It’s becoming harder and harder for him not to ravage her sexy body. He gets on his knees and grabs her ass again, brushes his nose all over her ass so she know how close he is. He says, "I can't get a good. I was driving my cock into the woman's ass like a madman, and she was screaming loudly in pleasure. Her hands gripped the bedhead, which began to thud against the wall in time to my thrusts. Rae was ecstatically licking the woman's pussy, and I could hear her sucking and moaning in approval."Oh, yeah, you bitches are so fucking hot," I whispered, staring down at Rae. I could see her wet chin as her mouth moved, and figured why bother talking? I could feel the tight heat of the woman's asshole.