Dad started asking and explaining. She knew of the drug, she knew what it did. She knew she had been exposed and that it was the reason for her insati...able sexual appetite. She had always been a pervert and had volunteered to be a test subject, but she had to admit it was somewhat annoying being unable to shut down the lust. Ever. What she apparently did not know was her husbands plan to mass produce the drug and to unleash it all over the world. She seemed appalled of the consequences as Dad. I saw Naomi smirking and Gill push a hand to her mouth. ‘Bollocks!’ I strode out the room to much laughter. I checked backstage, sometimes we feel the need to wander up there on our own, just settling a few nerves. No sign of Mike, strange, I wandered back, then thought to check the toilets, just in case. I went in, no sign by the urinals. I went further in, we have three stalls. One door was shut with the engaged sign on it. ‘Mike?’ I asked tentatively ‘Urghhh,’ I heard the groan behind the. He ran his hand over the front. His wet cum made the top see through and also made it stick to my skin. “Thats the way for a slut to dress up” he said with a smile and staring down my body. I was still sexually frustrated and not in mood to play games with him. I was about to say it harsh, when he grabbed me.He leaned me back and looking deep into my eyes, he ran his hand from my knees up my skirt. When he reached my pussy, he started rubbing it over my panties. “Wow, sweta, your pussy dripped. The craving was making me crazy. So crazy that I blurted out:Catherine: “What do think about what he said?”Paul: “About what?”Catherine: “You know, about finding some more black men in town and making enough money so we could continue on with our vacation.”Paul: “Are you serious? Catherine let’s not go crazy now. We should just go home.”Catherine: “I’m not crazy. You owe me this vacation and I don’t want to go back home after all of this. You owe me for fucking my friend. And you owe me for.