Later on that evening she was still walking around completely naked and a couple of the guys just pushed on the floor and held her down and we will wa...ch her get f***** again she was so drunk I don't think she knew who even her husband was.About the same thing happened to me but my BF was behind it all I later found out.Someone had slipped Xtacy into my drink three times and I became a nymphomaniac I couldn't get enuf c*** I was even doubled by three different guys. I should have know something. You are at a BDSM trade show. There are several open-air vendor booths and a bunch of smaller tents with just about every type of restraint, collar, dildo, fetish wear, and electro device you could imagine. They make a lot of sales, and Master always buys some stuff when we first get there and has me run it back to the car– and when he says “Run this back to the car,” he means RUN it back to the car. After I got back, he told me I could wander around but to not get into any trouble and to make. ‘You’re eighteen, an adult. I can’t imagine any way they could prevail, even if they did attempt to contest your plan in court.’ He chuckled. ‘I can’t think of an attorney in a hundred-mile radius who’d even consider filing a case like that.’ Uncle Ezra and Aunt Serena were in the kitchen eating breakfast when Matt, who was feeling quite optimistic after talking to the lawyer, came downstairs. Uncle Ezra looked terrible. Matt wondered how many beers he’d drunk the night before. ‘Grab yourself. } I brought myself back into my body and busied myself with acting like I was watching tv. That wonderful smell of sex hit me first. It came rushing out of her room, following her like a fog. Even without my new senses, I would have been able to tell. It’s no wonder why, she had spent the last 20 minutes trying to get off. I’m surprised she didn’t make squishing noises when she walked. I made a show of looking up when she came into the room and giving her a questioning look as she sat down on.