.. flirting with the cops."Maybe you should test the taste Lindsay! Don't want him noticing right away!"I knew I was being fucked with but what's a gi...rl to do? I drank a little and then drank some more. It didn't taste bad but didn't taste like beer. I drank about a third and then filled it back up with a glass from another table. Fucking bus the tables you bitches! It was flat and warm but so was the cum and piss in the glass. I finished the rest of the beer ... on the way back to Rick I. My cock pulsed and jerked in her gripping fist. Her eyes widened with excitement as she saw a pearly white drop of pre-cum ooze from the slit at the top of my cock. Her eyes moved back to me for a brief moment, just to make sure that I was watching her every movement. Then, her gaze returned to my prick. Again, she eased forward, her tongue sticking out toward the knobby head of my cock. The tip of her tongue touched his prick-head again, capturing the glistening drop of pre-cum, then curled. Sometimes her fingers would trail over my nipples, and I felt a strange thrill that went right down to my cunt. At one point early in my stay she got out a shiny flat metal thing and bade me to look at it. I was astounded to see my own face. My narrow nose and pointed chin reminded me of my father. My eyes were my mother’s, watchful. My scar was my own. I stared for a long time. “Is this magic?”“No. Anyone can use it. But it is rare and foreign; our people cannot make such things. It has. The girls' eyes widened with shock, surprise and more than a little trepidation as two figures roughly the same size and shape as me moved to stand on opposite sides of the bed, one next to Lilly, one next to my sister.'We need to have a little talk with the three of you.' the pale, ghost-like mirror image of me on Lilly's side of the bed said, his voice cold and crisp as ice. His body and face were paler than my own, very nearly translucent and his features, with the high cheekbones and gaunt.