You're the best cunt lapper I've ever run across, and I've run across plenty.” Just then the back of my knees hit the bed and it didn't take but a l...ttle shove and I was on my back. I should admit that I wasn't fighting back very hard. She walked on her knees up to my head and pushed her pussy on my face while saying, “Now ply your best trade, Chad, and make me cum.” After a few minutes she reversed herself to be facing my nether regions and unbuttoned my shirt and threw it open, then my belt. Her nipples were hard and pointed, probably close to 3/4 of an inch long. Quite pleased with these assets I couldn’t wait to see the rest of her endowments. ‘And now the skirt,’ I said imperiously. Sensing this was next she had already begun to move her hands toward the zipper in the back. She quickly unzipped and pulled the skirt down over her taught, muscular glutes that thrust out oh so wondrously. Once past her ass the skirt fell unimpeded to the floor where she stepped out of them. It was. I swallowed and managed to get out a very weak “sure...” Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit kept racing through my mind. Where the hell did this come from? I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon not able to focus on anything. I couldn’t figure out what she needed from me but the word “sexual” constantly re-entered my thoughts. Then the end of the day came and I ran to my car and raced to Macy’s. I stood on her doorstep, heart pounding in my chest and rang the doorbell. Macy opened the door. ”“That’s the date-rape drug, isn’t it?”“Yes, I’m sorry.”Jake took the bottle and looked inside. He was surprised to find not pills but little bags, each one filled with powder.“And you planned to use it on my mother?”“Only if she resisted me.”“And how should I, her concerned son, feel about this?”“You’re probably angry. I would be if someone tried to do that to my mother.”“How many other women have you used this drug on?”“Four others. It usually isn’t necessary. I feel so bad. I wish I could.