”He groaned. I could tell that would help him get where he needed to go.His left hand went down and cupped his balls. His middle finger of his right... hand kept circling that spot under the ridge at the tip of his dick. He was leaking pretty good at this point, drops of clear fluid dribbling down onto the tip of his finger.“Please,” he managed to croak.I laughed, not in a cruel way, but more a nervous giggle.His hips were pushed towards me, exposing himself to me.I nodded my head and reached for. I went to the kitchen made a Lemon Juice and mixed that pill with the drink. I requested her to watch DVD of Sarkar which I knew was in the bedroom along with the drink . As I didn’t wanted to fuck her in the drawing room. We went to room and she started drinking the lemon juice. After some time the pill worked BINGO. She started giving me naughty smiles and her eyes were closing. I wasted no time and went besides her and asked her what happened. I grab her mouth and started kissing, she got. The pain becoming intensely real. Tears are now falling, as I feel warm, cold, pleasure and pain, all mixing together. Without seeing what is happening, the sensations are also mixing, rushing together like hot & cold water colliding in a tub. I can't tell where the pain ends, and the pleasure begins. Again you ask: "Do you want what is next?" I answer: "Yes, please." Suddenly, a surge of pain... no, pleasure... well, actually, again I can't tell which is which. There is a sting, a slow pain. We could hearpeople in the audience chuckling as we gave new meaning to some of thelines by our antics. The first chorus finished and we lined up for thenext verse. Each of the first three lines was to be sung by one of us inturn - myself. Lissa, then Jackie. I was a little apprehensive at theline assigned to me, but there was no time for that. I stepped forwardtwo paces and sang:'One little maid is a bride - Yum-Yum'I put my hands demurely to my cheeks to cover my supposed (yet.