”“Yes you do,” her father said.“Well, it’s supposed to be harmless,” Melanie hedged, “It’s really old.”Her dad was losing patience, ...��What’s it called?”“Tell him Melanie,” Dorothy said.Melanie rolled her eyes, “Luminal,” she put her hands together and got a little louder, “its real name is Phenobarbital. I hardly gave you any. Just one pill. Well maybe two.” She paused, “OK, three, but it was only supposed to make you calm, mellow you out.”Dorothy tried to intervene, “It wasn’t Ecstasy or Molly. We didn't think anything about it until the bellhop came back pushing the cart, only this time the bellhop had his hat on kind of crooked and we noticed the pants were dragging the ground. Bobby said, "The guy's hair changed color." He knew that the elevator wouldn't stop at the penthouse floor, so he went down to the kitchen floor and called the penthouse elevator from there.As the guy was waiting for the elevator, all three of us pulled our weapons, checking to make sure there was a round in. He got between my legs, pressed his cock against my pussy and pressed. I moaned as the head entered me."So big!" I gasped as he pressed forward stretching me like I'd never been stretched before. Bob started pumping, short little strokes to help me get used to his size and as I got used to it I moaned;"More, I want more."I squealed as he pushed in a little deeper and then I was moaning, "Oh yes, oh fuck yes, fuck me lover, fuck me."Bob picked up the pace. Faster and harder his cock plunged into. He had her toilet herself but told her not to urinate, which she did, he had her put on mascara, saying he loved make up, before attaching her to the crucifix once more then undoing the mysterious box, which proved to contain a Tens machine, one of the big ones with a dozen outlets. Apparently, he was an expert with this b**st, plugging it in and attaching a sizeable probe up her back passage, pads on nipples, a soft clip at her tongue, and a crocodile style clip direct to her clitoral hood,.