Sometimes I didn’t know what the heck he was on. He would offer me whatever the drug of choice was for the night but I wasn’t interested. There wa... however a fun little side effect to Mark getting shit faced on all that stuff. It made him very kinky! Sometimes he didn’t even remember what he did the night before. Mark had a great big cock that was curved like a banana when he had a big boner. He’d slam me so hard with that huge thing my guts would be sore the next day. When my English boss I. “Give me some money. I’ll fetch them.” “You wont run off?” “Dressed like this? Ha!” I gave her a twenty and she asked for two. About nine o’clock we closed up as traffic got down to almost zero. She plunked herself in my Corvette, said, “Nice car” and did the seat belt. “You hungry?” I asked her. “Yep. Ain’t et today hardly.” “You speak English now and then?” She didn’t answer. I drove to a decent place, and she said she didn’t want to go in dressed the way she was so I gave her my leather. "It was true then. It's true now." The bell rang. He did that so often that you knew it was intentional. Sarah and I had learned to listen carefully to the last words. They were a summation and usually appeared in some form on tests later.We went to Advanced Sociology. Becky was there with a huge butt plug in her ass and a reverse strap-on dildo pushed deep into her cunt. She was standing with her legs a little open because of the size of the plastic in her body. She looked at us when we walked. As I reached her breast I let my tongue circle her nipple, feeling it get harder and harder under my embrace. I could hear her gentle moaning over the sound of the waves; this was obviously turning her on as much as me. Getting bored of caressing one nipple I moved onto the other, intent on making that one as hard as the other, pulling her tit with my teeth, sucking it and biting it with as much force as I dared to use. Her moaning getting louder and louder with every tug, I couldn’t resist any.