In the next two weeks or so I only saw him leaving and coming from his office and the basement, he barely said anything to me and it made me extremely...depressed at one point I noticed things from my room missing, such as several small dolls my giant marker my favorite panties and several necklaces. After one week had gone by construction men started coming into the house and disappearing into the basement. Coming home from school one day I found one of them around 42 years old in my bedroom my. Rob bent over me and settled his chest on my belly at the same time taking my dick back into his mouth. As he bent over his cock natural slipped back into my mouth. Rob was unbelievable, not only was his movements on my cock perfect but his hip thrusts were intense. I wrapped my arms around his hips and slowly began to stroke his butt cheeks. As if we had done so many times before his legs splayed out a bit and afforded me a view of his butthole. As this was happening Rob lifted my legs up and. I pushed her shoulders down firmly to the bed, stepped back and took in the view of that bitch submissively posing, ready to give up to me her forbidden tight entrance.“Be gentle” I heard Camilla saying, her muffled face against a pillow…I put my hands on each ass cheek and parted them slightly then lowered my head until her locked anal passage was in line with my mouth. Then I just rested the tip of my tongue on her anal entrance. Camilla gasped a bit but made no attempt to move. I started. " "How you doing?" I giggled at the obviousness of it. What were the symptoms of roofies, I tried to recall: Reduced attention span, diminished coordination, mild intoxication... Memory impairment of course. But the symptoms when it was actually affecting you... I let my gaze drift off into space. "Doing good, I see," he said. "Mind if I join you?" Oh what a smooth operator, I thought, allowing myself to giggle again, as he slid onto the couch beside me. He.