As she had to stand on her tiptoes, I knelt down so she would be able to wash my neck and face. I thought that it would remain chaste but as soon as s...e knelt in front of me and started washing my dick, it felt that it should stand tall for her. She thought this was great fun and spent some time moving my dick around, examining it from every perspective. She looked up at me and blushed again.I said, "Cindy, you shouldn't be embarrassed about taking a good look. At least not as embarrassed as I. You were walking with your eyes almost shut, wishing yourself off this ship of the uncool. Misery loves company, and we were fast friends. Cursing our online travel agents over a couple of margaritas and wishing it would end sooner than 7 days from now. I snuck peeks at your breasts spilling out of your loose top, naked underneath it and so sweet to my eyes. My cock growing at the thought of tasting them as you writhed passionately beneath me. The same paths I’d tread for so long, from the. ”“But this morning...”“I’ve known Tasha for a long time and she can be just as «некультурный» as I can, but only in private.”“What’s that word?”“It means uncouth or uncultured, and it’s a normal Russian way to say someone is deviating from social norms.”“So you have to be a totally different person in public?”“We all do that, to an extent,” I replied. “How you talk to your best friend versus how you talk to your mom and dad or how you talk to your sister or how you talk to teachers.”“I hadn’t. She paid for the drug in the usual fashion by letting six of the frat-rats hold a leisurely bukkake party over her face while she knelt naked on the floor with her hands tried behind her back. She had made similar payments a few times in the past and had come to enjoy the experience. She always got drugs or favours which only men could provide in return, but never money. She wasn't a cheap whore, after all, even though she usually dressed like a slut.The date-rape drug Grata had so far consumed.