As if bewitched, the otherworldly power of the ganja compelled her to shovel handful after handful of puffs between her lips. Tasting the texture, fee...ing the flavor, the orange powder smeared all over her face while she continued feeling unsatisfied. The munchies never hit harder.From underneath the dashboard, Fred brought out a small bong and a water bottle filled with what could only be described as recycled bong-swamp. The once clear glass had a yellow sheen from constant use. Placing. As we started driving, they amused themselves for a while playing withthe remote control to my wired body, testing different settings andcombinations, making me moan in pleasure, twitch in surprise or wail inpain. On the low setting everything felt great (masochist great, thatis), but as the intensity increased more and more, I was reduces towailing rubber doll, pawing uselessly with its balled hands at itsthick shiny latex skin.Their next game was called "hound dog" - they tied my ankles to. The guy under me then grabbed my hips and lifted me off his cock. He spun me around to face him and pulled me back toward his lap. I moved my pussy back onto his cock and lowered myself. This time he held my hips firmly, keeping me down all the way on his erection. I then felt the older man’s cock against my asshole again. This time his cock slid into me with ease and I came again, impaled on these two men. I put my arms around the young guy I was sitting on and leaned into him, pressing my. It was the best camouflage table in the room. Further to it, those so called Devil’s Dancers were dancing on the bar top and all concentration were on those young chicks exhibiting their little boobs.As the live band stepped on stage, the DJ stopped his spinning, and the room was brightened up and now all concentration had gone back to the stage in the front… As we were enjoying ourselves rubbing, we noticed that Jasmine was always looking at the direction of the little square counter. Staring.