I laid there a few seconds before I got up and grabbed a few Kleenex and cleaned myself and the bed off. However as I squeezed the last few drops of c...um out of me I noticed that my cock was getting hard again. One good cumming wasn't going to do it. I was feeling adventurous and began looking around for something else to excite me. I started to rummage around in the moms' night table when I touched something soft and weird. I almost dropped it when I pulled it out from the drawer. It was a. .. I knew I was a man and I knew I had a baritone voice. But no name, no address, not even a vague memory of what my own face looked like. Absolutely nothing.But for some perverse reason I was unwilling to admit this to the Voice. Pure gut instinct probably ... some innate sense of self-preservation. Obviously it wanted something in particular from me, but if it even suspected that I didn't have access to that information, there'd be no reason to keep me alive. So, instead, I maintained a. She finishes with a ponytail held by a hot pink scrunchy.She wraps another choker around my throat, this one is pink lace, andsays, "Grab your cigarettes, and let's go."Chapter 3Jennifer gives me a quick tour of the ground floor. There's Susan'soffice, a living room, formal dining room, a library, two powder rooms,and huge kitchen, with breakfast nook, Cherry cabinets, Granite countertops, gleaming stainless steel appliances, Viking stove, two built inwall ovens, and Butler's pantry, with a. The succubi really are excellent in bed, and totally uninhibited!” Lou grinned, lasciviously and headed for the door.“One final detail, Louie! Look out the door! Observe your trucks parked at the terminal. That’s why you want this penthouse. Right? To see your drivers in their cabs, slumped behind their wheels? An epidemic of sudden narcolepsy! This time, peculiar to just those parked drivers. But if? There’s a next time?”“If you think to, or try to, cheat me, or attempt stealing your car back,.