" I say, removing my hand, to your obvious disappointment. I hold my hand, covered in your cunt juices, up to your face. "Clean it up, slut." I shove ...y fingers into your mouth and you enthusiastically suck and lick away the taste of your own pussy. "Follow me." I lead you to the living room, where my husband sits on the couch, casually dressed with a glass of wine in his hand. You had already forgotten he would be here and find yourself blushing, knowing that he had heard everything that was. As you noticed, you're unable to move or speak. That'll give us a chance to talk."I smiled as I leaned over her."You can feel pain and you can think, but you can't move or communicate. Listen carefully to what I have to say. Your life depends on it."When I stopped for effect, I admired her face. Michelle Pfeiffer was as beautiful, but there weren't many more in her class. Her face was soft and relaxed, which was the effect of the drug."Your husband's aware of your affair with David Barton."Her. The next day I saw someone who looked very familiar in my political science class. It was Kayla, she hardly remembered what happened the previous night. Jennifer was along with her and this was when we exchanged numbers. My cock was getting hard in my blue jeans while I was speaking to them and I was embarrassed to have a tent with so many people around.Fast forward a couple days and it was time for the college football game. Kayla, had asked me to be her date and I picked her up at around 6:00. "I'm really in Columbia?" Yes ma'am," he replied. "I'll get your bags down in just a moment."Winnie watched the driver remove boxes and such including a large mail bag, a metal box, and her bag. A couple of men from the brick building rushed out and grabbed the metal box while a young boy took the mail bag. Winnie stepped over to her bag when the driver said, "Need some help with that ma'am?" Well, actually, I'm looking for the Fallon Hotel." I know it well," said the driver. "If you'd like, I.