I had an idea, after all.“You’ll swallow everything that I tell you to swallow from now on, won’t you, slut? You’ll do my bidding in all thing..., won’t you? Now, swallow this!” I told Ivanka as I shot a massive load down her thirsty throat.“Do I still get to drink piss? I love it ... most of the time!” Ivanka pleaded with me, even as Becky brought a knife out and shoved it into her heart.Her eyes turned demonic red instantly and her whole flesh went scarlet as well. I turned Ivanka over and. I felt like I hadn't had quite enough.There was an almost full bottle of sherry leftover from Christmas in the cupboard. One glass became two, and then three, and finally four. Not only was I drunk, but my juices were flowing quite freely because I knew that the time had at last arrived for me to live out my most daring fantasy.I almost threw off my office clothes and relished the feeling of freedom. My old black raincoat was all that was needed. As I stepped out of the front door of my flat. They all started dancing around me, sandwiching me between about five of them.They were all grabbing at my body and it didn't seem to bother my mother. But, then one of her friends reached down for my crotch and my mom stopped her saying, "Hey, I reeled this one in, so this is all mine", and she grabbed a firm hold of my cock and pulled me out of the crowd by it. It felt so good I almost blasted off in my pants. She let go and grabbed my hand and pulled me over by the restrooms. She said,. I was getting a little woozy. The vibration of the engines, the movement of take-off, and my general exhaustion, and I was out like a light.The next thing I knew, the flight attendant was standing over me shaking me by the shoulder and calling my name.“Mr. Hamar? Mr. Hamar?” I pried my eyes open to look at her. “Sir, we’ve landed. You need to deplane now.”Damn. It must be an unexpected side-effect of the heart medication. I needed to remember that the change of air pressure was going to affect.