“Blimey Miss, are you OK?” asked Bob, “Alan has put his knob in your bottom! How disgusting! And you sounded as if you were in pain. Is he hurti...g you? Alan, you're still in her bumhole! What's going on?”“That, boys,” breathed Miss Burns, “was anal sex. I've never had it before, but I know about it. My husband has never asked for it, but I've read about it in books. I never knew it was so fabulous! Oh, Alan, keep your prick in there if you can!”It was difficult, as having spunked off I was. .I can be such a slut, at times,” she said. “Actually, I'm always real fucking bitch on heat after a good toke. “ At this point, I suddenly started to feel all modest and my cheeks flushed red...which is highly unusual for me...but, I guess it was the fact of her really posh accent, which threw me completely? “Aw,” she said in a husky voice, “You're all embarrassed,” as she breathed deeply down the side of my neck and nibbling my ear lobe. “How sweet.” “Now how can I make it up to you, I. Based upon what Mendoza had told them, there wouldn’t be any short or long term side effects, and the antidote itself was completely harmless even if we’d managed to get all of the poison out of our systems before taking it.The four of us rode back from the hospital in the same van. We were being driven by Melvin, with Stephen driving an identical van just ahead of us, loaded with a lot of very heavily armed Wackenhut security personnel. Our individual teams were still unarmed; these were. She lets her arms stay locked around him for a second before turning to the door that would lock them away from the real world.Once inside, she stands next to the door, closing it behind them as he unloads his hands of the champagne onto the little table next to the bed. He turns and makes his way towards her, grabbing her body and pulls her towards him. Their lips find each other naturally and the warmth from their kiss starts to flow.He pushes her back against the closed door and grabs her.