.not a good assignment..I headed back to town to get drunk..68 the dope problem was just starting and though I had smoked grass a couple times before ...am I had steered clear of it because I had heard the Cambodian stuff was wicked and laced with opium..well guess what.. that's just exactly what I found out...after multiple beers, half a quart of scotch (did I say I had a drinking problem?) and a couple joints I woke up about 10PM in an alley laying against a power pole..what woke me was. Mr. Newnen pushed the prongs in which slid her back across the table and further down on Coach's huge dick. With every push of his cock she twitched and jerked. She was pushed back and forth with the cock deep in her throat and the prongs deep in her pucker and folds. Her little pea was burning and the little rubbing it was receiving from Mr. Newnen's hand wasn't satisfying. In her dazed state she reached down and cupped the area around her folds and rubbed.Suddenly Mr. Newnen pulled the prongs. WE PULL UP TO THE CABIN AND ITS HUGE AND AWESOME AND SO DESERTED NO ONE NEAR US FOR MILES. THE KEEPERS HAD CAME UP AND STARTED THE HOT TUB AND TURNED ON THE LIGHTS FOR US. I WALKED IN THE CABIN WHILE HE CARRIED IN THE BAGS. RIGHT IN THE DOOR WAY WAS ROSE PETALS GLISTENING PINK AND BEAUTIFUL IT WAS A TRAIL TO THE LARGE DINING ROOM TABLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CABIN AND CANDLES WERE LIT AND TWO CRYSTAL GLASSES FULL OF CHAMPAGNE. STRAWBERRIES WHIPPED CREAM AND FONDUE BOWL WITH A SMALL CANDLE LIT TO. Dr. Heard, now half-expecting my racy in-your-face exclamations looked from his notes up to me. He gazed at my fire-engine red top and then my tight black pencil skirt. I was expected for a three-hour GFE after the session with some discreet executive-type MILF-cougar-lady with fashion fetishes. So, I was already wearing my 6-point black garter belt, stockings with the rear seam, and of course, black high-heeled pumps. I could see my garter straps and clips through the skirt, and I was sure.