They informed me that the DVD would be sent to U-tube and my husband if I didn't comply with their requests. I was now their fuck slut for their takin...? What am I to do? Over lunch they explained the weekend. The drink they said made me loose and I challenged them to show me their dicks to compare who was bigger. I later find out after they used me some several more times that they had d**gged my drink with GHB. They took me over to the bedding section called a few of their friends for a party.. Her son’s withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother’s back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room. Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her features. She was happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was unhappy that the massage hadn’t resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a motherly happiness. All in all. I’m not a natural gay bar patron so it was with some trepidation that I opened the heavy wooden door. It opened onto a small foyer and a woman in a booth welcomed me, took my overcoat in exchange for a ticket and pointed me through another door. The club wasn’t busy (it was about 9pm) but the people were chatting and there was low music and low lights. I made my way across to the bar and ordered a Sekt from the butch but attractive woman serving. ‘I am Lise and this is my bar. You are English?’. Naked, I dropped to my knees in front of him and slowly reached up and pulled at the waistband of his briefs. I peeled his briefs down, slowly exposing his growing cock until the moment it sprang free in all it's glory. He stepped out of his briefs as I stared at his cock, it was as perfect as I had remembered, so thick and strong all the way to the base where his balls hung. I moved my face forward and breathed in the scent of his manhood as my smooth upper lip and nose teased the underside of.