I knew I'd have to bide my time for another thirty minutes before they got down to action. The onset of a tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach a... I thought about what I was going to do to my mother. My dick began to uncomfortably billow at the thought. I had to remove my pajamas to make room for my turgid fuck stick. It was throbbing painfully at this point with precum coating the tip.The clock showed more than half an hour had passed. "It's now or never," I murmured. I knew I'd be going. In almost no time at all, the collars became a fact of life, and sohad their second effect. On hearing a certain random code phrase,something would trigger, turning the women into their perfect "slutself". Bigger breasts, slimmer waists, hourglass figures, and a wickedpowerful libido. When it came to sex, the word "no" instantly vanishedfrom a slut's vocabulary, adding a nigh insatiable desire to golooking for more if their needs weren't satisfied. The mental changesweren't permanent. Given a. I doubted it since, why would he do it he knew almost no one in New Wales. Not to mention, I would expect the culprit to participate in it.Drugged or not, Brian was gonna remember me. If I were eighteen, as the drug wore off I would have been conflicted. I might have just been relieved not to be injured when it was over. Since I wasn't eighteen, and it wasn't my first rodeo, I fought through the haze and through the fear. I was past the need to kick the almost child Brian's ass. Since I wasn't. She kept on starring my dick for a while, I noticed her. Then I called her name hiding my dick, she did not utter a word and left from there. I was totally scared at that moment, what if she tells this to her husband or my parents and at the same time I was happy that my plan succeeded because she was starring my dick and was able to create some sort of feeling for her. Then I put on my clothes and rushed to her home, she was in the kitchen, I was not able to see her face. There was a total.