” “Megan-” “Don't fight it..........you won't forget this anytime soon, you realise, my dear.” “God-damn-” “Every night, Micheal..............letting me seduce you like this.” “Megan, don't,” is all I can manage, realising she can destroy me in multiple “victories” if she feels like it. Her tight little ass feels perfect in my hands. In the mirror I admire the huge green serpent tattoo taking up most of her back. Our smack-smack-smacking will probably leave me good and red – her lithe, slender. I played with my nipples with one hand, gripping them with my nails and twisting them hard to make myself cry out. I loved the sight of the cock pushing through my hairy lips and stretching me wide as I pushed back on to it. I began to picture the man I’d seen in the park the previous week stood behind me, holding on to my hips and thrusting his big cock into me. I imagined that he was holding me down and making me take his cock, calling me a slut and a whore. I started to voice what I was. I paid. He delivered. The stuff came in tablet form. He warned me to not use anything with it like alcohol until I was sure how a certain somebody would react. We didn’t want anybody getting sick. He suggested a lot of ways to get it to her. I thought it over and made my plans.I got the stuff and ground it into a powder. I figured to put it in something she made. Lisa liked soup, and we typically had some kind of soup or stew twice a week. The way things usually went, we’d prepare the food and. I, like, don’t weigh much, so I think you’ll be able to support me,” she laughed. I could do nothing but laugh in return, and I did as I was told. I laid down and Taylor maneuvered on top of me, trying to angle herself correctly.My heartbeat started to quicken as I realized that Taylor didn’t exude her usual confidence she normally had with our sexual adventures at this moment. Realization hit me – she had never done this before. This was as new to her as it was to me. I was going to be her.