I'm being pulled in a million different directions until I finally fall. I'm spiraling for what seems like forever. Damien slowly pulls me back by kis...sing his way up my stomach. He sucks on each nipple softly before continuing up to my neck. He runs his tongue along my jawline and blows softly, sending chills down my spine and spreading goose bumps across my body. "How was that?" He whispers in my ear as my breathing starts to slow. "Mmm..." I murmur and I feel his laugh. "Too bad we're not. I applauded too, mostly because everyone else who wasapplauding would think I'm a shmuck if I didn't. At any rate, it wasover and I could go home and take off these [censored] boots. My feetand calves were really beginning to ache from wearing these high heels.There was one episode of "Friends" where Monica had to have Chandlercarry her on his back because she had bought expensive boots that weretoo painful to walk in. When I first saw that I had to laugh...but NOWwhen I see that episode I. And then another one. And yet more. Huge globules of spunky, creamy, oozing semen splattered like thick milk over her cheeks, chin and nose, bubbles of semen squeezing out from the corners of her mouth and falling in huge droplets down her chin and onto the buttercup-strewn grass below."And now, dear Kate, I believe I can at last piss freely," said Candice, watching with satisfaction as her penis shrivelled to just a nutmeg of its once proud rigid self."On my face, dear mistress!" commanded. In the kitchen Mike reached across to his wine rack grabbing a bottle of Merlot and removed the cork. Taking two glasses from the cupboard above him he poured out the rich red liquid, then taking the small vial from where he had hidden it after he had bought it from some dealer where he also got his hash from, he placed the Rohypnol into one of the glasses of wine before picking it up and walking back into the bedroom and handing it to Kelly. Sipping from his own glass of wine Mike sat crossed.