The dinner conversation was strained since Mary and Lisa knew Andy was in the basement being punished in the worst way they could conceive of. And, An...y normally contributed happiness and brightness to dinner as she did to everything else in our lives. It was an hour and a half when I returned to her.She was exhausted, covered in sweat and lying in a pool of wetness. Her face was tight and distraught. She was on her back, feet firmly planted on the floor, humping the vibrator still humming away. Now take these," Amy said and Sam downed them with her drink.The pills helped. Sam's nausea went away and she was no longer sleepy. She was still very drunk however. They danced the next two dances together and then a guy asked Amy to dance. She danced with him and noted that Sam was dancing with another guy at the same time."Two more drinks sweetie," Sam said as the cocktail waitress went by.Their drinks came and Sam started sipping hers. Just then, a girl walked up and asked Amy to dance. Amy. I didn't know the song. "So don't ever abuse it. Don't let go-oh-oh." Want me to use it?" I asked.He looked at me from under lids that were half-mast with a gaze that could ignite a forest fire. "Yeah," he said."Say it."He cracked up. "You're a quick study, Lafferty." I'm learning from the best." Aw," he said sweetly, and then he licked his lips and the fire detonated again. "Put that small, soft hand on my dick. Let me show you how to jerk me off." He reached up and put a hand in my hair. "I. She poured herself a glass of tea, looked up at me and said, “This clubbing thing is getting old Reggie. Every guy I meet is either an asshole, married or looks like he is about three doses away from finishing his treatment for the clap. If I don't get laid pretty soon, I am going to bust!”“Why don't you get a Real Doll?” I said jokingly after a second. Okay, so call me naive for not realizing what was going on at the time.She looked at me strangely for a second. Now that I think about it, I.