Jake took the bottle from her and toked another long swallow, then handed it back to her. "One more swig, and you'll be just sick enough..." he leered...at her.'Jake is drunk!' Béla realized, holding the bottle with a limp grip and wondering where the first half of the bottle had gone."Drink!" Jake growled, grabbing her hair with one hand and the bottle with the other. Pulling her head back with a savage snarl, he dumped the contents of the bottle into her mouth, baring his teeth in a vicious. .You finally wake up from your alcohol induced slumber to find yourself handcuffed and shackled to my four post bed. Your clothes are still on and I’m hovering over you, waiting for you to see me. You pull against the restraints, such a futile move, and notice me sitting next to you on the bed. Your eyes open wide and you scream. I stare at you until you’re too hoarse to scream anymore. I hold a straw to your lips and tell you to drink.“It’s just water baby,” I assure you.You take a sip and. She was breathing kinda fast and her eyes were sparkling.'Whatever you say, boss. Will I need to dress up?''Nudity ain't acceptable in this town. No leather though, OK?' She rolled her eyes.'No leather. Right.' She lay down again and I tried to get into the hammock without catching the end of my cock in the mesh. If she didn't put out tonight I was gonna go fuckin' crazy. When I glanced over at her she was lying quiet, eyes closed, legs parted a little, one hand on her plump little mound, her. Jessica’s slick, wet pussy was certainly one to write home about, and the way that she moved her hips was fantastic. The sight of her chestnut waves as they fell down her back did a number on me to say the least. She was a petite woman with some distinct Gallic markers, something that made me curious as to her exact origins, as I detected subtle hints of being Francophone rather than having English as her first language. I would have to ask her about that later, I thought, and then I recalled.