‘Not late, I have to work tomorrow morning,’ Blair said. ‘Cool, I do too. I wouldn’t mind at all being home by 12.’ Perfect… As expected,...Phil and Jenn were consuming grain punch at a prodigious rate, and Brian and Blair set out to match them, drinkfor drink. At least they seemed to. The plan was based on both of them appearing to be out-of-control drunk. Nobody seemed to catch on, but they were actually drinking mostly straight fruit punch, sans alcohol. A little after 11:00, Blair found. Me: Why don’t you drink?She: It doesn’t suit me.Me: Oh! Okay! But let me tell you something. Nothing is better than a joint and whiskey and some good old chill out songs.She: Really? You seem to be a fan of whiskey.Me: Let’s just say that I am a fan of fine things.She: Interesting.We both smoked that joint and got high. Then we were just chit-chatting about anything and everything. Out talks did not even make sense, but we were laughing like mad people. After a while, she felt sleepy and said. "Yes it is." I like that. I don't taste bad at all," she observed breathlessly."No kitten, you taste delicious. The best, the sweetest pussy ever."We held each other side by side allowing her to recover from the massive orgasm she'd just had.Our eyes were locked on to each other's and we were gently giving peck kisses all over each other's face.The entire time Deanna had my cock in her hand, gently stroking me to make sure I got as rigid as possible. We both knew the time was near.I started. "She put the butt plug in and then started whipping my boobs and cock. I jerked each time feeling pain radiating through my body. After a few minutes of whipping she untied the rope around my legs and put on a pair of black panties that read "I am a slut" on it. She said," There that fits you a little better. Now let's put some clamps on those tits." She put them on and then she took out a pair of pink bras and said," Now these and then you are ready." She untied the top ropes and she held my.