Frank was in the lavatory fucking Donna. No one was watching the rest of our bimbo wives. He thought I was fine. He thought the intelligence serum had... given me my normal...“Oh, yes,” I purred, gooey delight coating all my thoughts. The old me, the boring me, kept trying to interfere. It was time to have fun. “I want you to feed my pussykitty on the plane. So I can be in the high mile club.”“Mile high,” the man groaned, his finger sinking into my wet, juicy depths. “Holy shit.”“You keep saying. For any reason you wish to choose, my wife and I cannot conceive a child or have success with artificial insemination. We pretty much adopted my niece when she was only a few years old. She requested that I see to getting us checked in. I’ve am told to expect some of our party is staying elsewhere. It is not my decision, but even if they were my children, I would do all I could to request they stay there permanently.”“Your niece chose to give David a power of attorney to address any business. I needed to find a girl. This might prove to be difficult since I was younger than the entire campus and about eight years younger than most everyone else in my dorm. When I was a senior, the freshmen would just be a year younger. I guess my goal will be to date freshmen for all four years. Not a bad plan.The next week we started classes. I was taking Calculus for Business and Photography. The first class was so I could get it behind me and the other was to see how far I wanted to go with my. The last part is the most painful. A long needle is pushed into the side of your nipple, one into each nipple. I scream out loud at the sudden sharp pain. I yank on my wrist handcuffs, willing to protect my chest with my arms, but they are stopped short and have to remain on the sides of my hips. I moan and try to protest, shaking my head, but I can only utter grotesque pleas and push more saliva down my chin. This is going too far now and I try to make myself understood. But my stupid grunts.