I've already made my money for the night and I'm outta this two-bit truck stop. You'll just have to try to catch me earlier next time." With that sa...d, she grabbed my arm and we quickly walked across the street to her car parked at the bar. At her car we laughed thinking about what the security geek must be thinking. Then we kissed a little while and I do believe I was just about ready to go at her again when she backed up a step and held out her hand, palm up, fingers wiggling. I gave her. There was a small indistinct photograph of a woman playing with herself. Annette gasped but did as she was told. She discovered that masturbation was natural and practised by the vast majority of women. She read through the techniques but became confused."I don't understand what they're talking about," she confessed. "All the bits," she added blushing."Would you like me to show you?" asked Louise gently.Annette blanched."I won't touch you," said Louise gently. "Just show you. OK?"Annette nodded. “Is it fresh today?” “Uhm, we don’t serve sausage sandwiches,” said a squirming Juan Carlos. Sonja withdrew her hand from his crotch and rearranged her blouse. I mean, she really rearranged the blouse. Two buttons and it was sitting wide open with her tits exposed for all the world to see. Except that all the world included just me and J.C. at the moment. “How about melon sandwiches?” Sonja led one of his hands to her left breast, then to the right. Of course, her other hand was still in my. I could hear her deep breathing. Good, that meant the drugs were working. I crept up next to her bed and in the dim light I could make out her sleeping form. I gently blew on her neck and when I got no response I shook her a little. When she didn't respond I relaxed. I closed the blinds in her room and turned in the lamp next to the bed.There lay Jennifer passed out nothing but a black tank top and black panties. It looks like the roofies I had put in to her drink had worked. She must have had.