..” she muttered.“Well, how about you show me your tits?” I said. I wanted to make her think twice about borrowing money from me again. Embarras...ing her like that would probably do it.“Why in hell would you want to see your sister’s tits?” she gasped.“Why the hell not?” I shot back. “You seem to be proud of them. I’ve seen the way you dress.”She seemed to waver for a minute with that one. Good. Maybe she’s learning a lesson here.Finally, she spoke up. “As long as you don’t tell anyone.”“Why. "she whimpered."Come here, dumbass", I said, and led her toward the bed "Take this" the black pill was in my hand. "Thought you might want this. Turns you into a happy, horny, rip van winkle, you'll want me to rape you, and whip you, but I won't, 'cause you'll be sound asleep before I get to 2nd base, ...besides, you still haven't paid for that last "massage and slave lesson".By the way she giggled, I could tell she was feeling the vodka, and wouldn't have let her have the Quaalude normally,. She tugged it and rubbed it between her fingers. Tingles went throughout my whole body. Her other fingers were rubbing my lips down there too – making it all so great. I knew that I was soon going to cum if she kept on.I was meanwhile moving my own hand down between Louise’s legs from behind. I was trying to reach her own pussy, but my reach wasn’t long enough so I could only find her bum-hole. That was a strange place to gently touch, but I did so and Louise didn’t seem to mind.*I shut my. She caught the look of several men, returning their smiles of appreciation.She sat at a table, and the waitress soon appeared for her order. Her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt became nonexistent, and she slipped more cleavage into view. She asked for a diet pop and surveyed the room for potential fuck partners. Music pounded into the room from the back dance area, and she overlapped her legs the other way, letting them sway to the beat of the music. She wasn’t going to turn down any.