The one who was heading up that group ofchicks. What the hell do you want from me?" Jason was sure of it now.This psycho was definitely the same bitch...who had tried to get into hispants last night (last night? Was it last night, how long was he out foranyways?). And now that he thought about it he was fairly certain thatshe was also the one who slipped him whatever it was that knocked himout. He was fairly pleased that he had kept both his voice and hisexpression free of panic and anger, and. .." she breathed."Yes, Marcie?" Laura asked with a wicked smile reminiscent of Nyssa."What... wh-what would you have me doing?" Doing? Why, just what you have so far."Marcie swallowed. "Y-you sure, Miss Bendon?" Well... you want to please me, don't you?"Marcie quivered. Her sex flashed hot again. "Y-yes, Miss Bendon, you know I do..." Then that is what you would continue to do. Please me. Do what I ask of you. And do it very well."Each sentence brought another little ripple of pleasure through. After lunch and a bottle of sparkling, she lent forward kissed me and said it was time to get dressed, and my clothes and something special were laid out in the guest room, and that she will be getting ready in the master bedroom, she told me after I had put on the underwear to put on my regular street clothes, and to come back down to the living room, when I got into the spare room there was a letter with a few instruction, and a box of wet wipes, the first instruction was to wipe my self down. A beautiful green haired hippy dancing between two hippy big-titted brunettes. A sad looking gorgeous blonde under his cast. A cute Chinese girl on his lap; she was not dressed for the debauch. Her little pale dress reflected the lights and lasers all wrong. Finally, a punk rock girl with black and white hair leaned over the Chinese girl and did her best to keep a smile on the girl’s face.“Yeah, him? What? Where’s Brandy?”“At the bar!” Jewel shouted. “C’mon. Wing-girl me.”“He’s drowning in.