We got to our hotel room that evening, and after we had unpacked and were preparing to go for a walk, Brenda sat down on the bed with a mysterious loo...k in her eye. She said, ‘You’ve always been good to me and I want to do something for you that I know you’ll enjoy.’ She reached into her purse and produced a bottle of unmarked pills, shook one out and gave it to me. ‘What will it do to me?,’ I asked. ‘Something I think you’ll like!,’ she replied. Trusting her, I took it dry as Brenda watched. Alan loved fajitas, so I described it as Chinese fajitas to get him to stop whining. He just wanted to get some egg rolls. I think the poor boy had been to too many Chinese buffets.“The interview went well. There wasn’t much I could tell them, since Brandon drugged me,” Tami said.Alan stiffened up. I think he was afraid how I might react to a discussion of that night. I’d made it clear I didn’t want to talk about it with him. I think Tami purposefully had brought it up so I could get past it. I. Calloway worked for what seemed like an age, leaving cruel weals all over his sub’s back, down his ass, even on the tender flesh on the back of his thighs. He left horrible amounts of time in between each strike, enough for the full weight of pain to sink in and not enough for an ounce of relief for the guy he tortured. It was so perfectly gauged and done that it seemed like I was watching a form of satanic sex. The amount of attention he had to put into just something like the timing of. The older man zipped up and wiped his long index finger down the woman’s pussy lips as his friend’s spunk gently oozed from her, casually he wiped his sticky fingers upon her breasts, “ You not a bad fuck for an old,fat cum-whore!” He laughed as the younger man put away his spent cock and zipped up. The woman stood up trying vainly to put her tits back into her bra, when she failed the oldder man laughed again, “Aw yoou poor fucking slut! How you going to explain that to your husband?” She.