I headed for the little garage in back and knocked on the door."Come in" shouted a voice.I pushed the door open, "Hi" I said to the guy behind the des.... He was a broad, mean looking black man, and I left the door open behind me, fearing being alone with him. "I've come to pay for the repairs on my car" Great" He smiled, "let me just work out your bill"He pulled out some papers then, and as I hovered nervously by the door he tapped figures into his calculator."It comes out at a total of. With words of encouragement my man's face was glazed with sweet pussy juice. She was thrusting and jerking around like someone betting shock treatment. I heard a yell and saw a stream of cum shoot across the bed. She was definately a squirter. My baby was licking it up like a new born.He wanted to see her do it again. He trusted three fingers in her pussy and began to pound it as hard as he could. He teased her clit with his long tongue and it was as hard as a brick.She fucking squirted. The pit of her stomach would only be satisfied with one thing, an orgasm from her mistress. ‘You did that well slave.’ Wanda said to her. She blushed at the praise. Her hand reached down and caressed her chin and brought her eyes up to hers, ‘Now stand up and turn around.’ She ordered. ‘But, but… people might see me.’ Betty’s modesty arose from the depths of her conscious. ‘Does that really matter, my slave?’ Wanda asked with sincerity. ‘No mistress.’ Betty answered and followed Wanda’s. I started to see colors and clouds everywhere and I realized that what ever I thought was water, was most likely drug laced.The people talking started sounding funny, like Donald duck talks, or something like that and I realized that I was heading down another drug filled highway of adventure.One of the last things I remember is one of them saying "man look at how fucked up he is, he is trying to get more and yet he is also trying to get away from it" and then I was plunged into darkness as I.