She then looked back at me and asked, "We didn't keep you up, did we?"My still fogged brain finally came up with the two women's names — Cheryl and ...Annette. As I replied, I even managed to remember that Cheryl was the blonde. "Nah, I just don't sleep worth spit when I drink, Cheryl."Cheryl was a soldier, through and through. She was well-muscled, without looking masculine — at all. Her wealth of long, sandy-blonde hair, ample breasts, and taut ass dismissed any illusions of her being manly.. A great French kiss. He then moved on to kissing my eyes, my cheeks, biting my earlobes and sucking my neck and all this while, his hands were trying to take my top off. During this time, he pressed my boobies.I was also enjoying all this and also, my hands were exploring his gym built hardback. After this kissing session was over, he removed my top and his shirt. I was only left in a black bra in front of him while he was not wearing anything beneath his t-shirt. All I could see was his. "Relax my dear, your mother is right here," Nicolas said stepping aside so Ines could see her mother, bound and chained just as she was.Seeing her mother, the black and blue welts that were visible on her face, Ines's fear turned into rage."How dare you, I'll kill you, you have no right... ," Ines's sentence was cut short as the whip in Nicolas's hand flashed out, cutting a deep swath across her left breast and down across her abdomen.The fury froze in her chest as the searing pain lanced. This 'Spice' was not only a flavouring but also an aphrodisiac. It was a very powerful natural chemical that induced a highly sexual state in the body of anyone who consumed it.It only took three minutes for the first effects of the 'Spice' to be noticed. Martha watched as each of the women began to smile and to sway a little in their seats. It was then that she switched on the large TV and played a pre-recorded video clip. The large screen flashed on, and the image of a swirling circle of.