" Please, touch me there, Paul. I've wanted you to do that for a very long time now. For two years I've dreamt about it. Almost from the first letter ... got from you I've wanted your white hands on me. I was having multiple orgasms every time we chatted wanting to scream it out to the world."She paused then continued, "The entire flight here I wanted to just run to the ladies room and masturbate, thinking about you and what we would do tonight with your cock buried in me. That's why I'm so wet.". What the hell, it should work.A half-hour later I peeked into the family room. Our trials had shown that the drug took between 45 minutes to an hour to work, but I thought maybe the beer would speed the process. I was right.Tricia was sitting in her chair staring at the TV. She was blinking slowly, her eyes fixed and dilated. Her mouth hung open and she was breathing calmly. I first tried to wake her, without success. I tried the ammonia test. I suggested to her that she could only smell. That our conversation is about other men`s sex with my misses is just how it is, and to others it would be bazar, to us it`s work, her job, the family income, it can be a revelation as I must say, as we know most of her clients socially, well it`s not a big town and most of her regulars are just that; regular, she never works in an evening confining herself to daytime and the more unusual of her followers, though there are exceptions, sort of Speciality evenings if you catch my drift. Outside. I had wet dreams of her supervisor, Marsha. She was probably the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Brunette hair, tall and built like the proverbial brick outhouse. I had danced with Marsha at a few office functions and have never been so turned on by another woman. She was very flirty and friendly to me as she was Lucy's immediate supervisor. I knew she was happily married so I kept my dreams to myself.As I continued to watch the videos, they kissed, hugged, and took turns licking and eating.