She said, as she put a glass of juice in front of me. Which juice is this? I asked.It is juice of ginger and will help you in getting stronger. I gulp...d it down but the taste was not very good. She left me to do some other work and I went to my room upstairs and started thinking whether I had done the right thing in accepting all her rules.I also wondered what was this Ginger juice was all about? I started surfing the net and found out that ginger is used as an aphrodisiac from ancient times.. They'll be on their skiingtrip until tomorrow night, so you're safe. They'll call if their planschange. So good night Astrid." Good night Chelsea."With that I laid down on my bed and as a result of all that I'd beenthrough that day I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.My last actions was to brush one of the ponytails away from my face thatwas tickling my cheek, try and stop those damned breast forms fromjiggling around, and smooth out the dress where it had bunched up underme.. This thought process led immediately onto Beth replaying their sex session in her mind again. How many times had she done this? Over and over she would contemplate their actions and Beth instead of being appalled would become so turned on. Her hand slipping inside her knickers and next she would be laying naked on the bed, stroking herself, until with a little cry she would make herself come. Once she had even called out Jackson’s name as she lay driving herself over the edge. That time she had. “It’s unfair that we’re in the Jeep. You are giving me a real erection, bitch, and these bucket seats don’t let you blow me!”“Sorry, darling,” said Caroline, in a voice that left no hint of sorrow. Her other hand now began to manipulate her bald labia. “Just don’t get in an accident, dear.”“Bitch!”John laughed as he stared greedily at the vision in the front seat. Anita eyed her husband and decided on some payback. She had worn the same clothes that they had arrived at the Jensons’ home in. She.