The weed in my brain seemed to make everything more important, more sensual, more arousing. He was only stroking my cheek with his hand and I could al...ready feel warmth and moisture between my legs. His head leaned toward me and I anticipated his kiss. My lips fell slightly open and I could hear myself breathe a little harder. I was already getting aroused. His lips were full and sensuous. They just brushed mine at first, then began to nibble. He grabbed my lower lip between his and pulled at. The man standing in front in her was a spitting image of the late KISS drummer Eric Carr, who had been Shana’s childhood crush, but Shana wondered how had the man known her name when he said ‘Allow me to intorduce myself, I am none other than the spirit of the late Eric Carr, my Shana.’ She then reached over to the nightstand and reached for the phone to call the police when ‘Eric’ said ‘I will show you that I am the real thing’ and then proceeded to sing. Shana’s eyes widened as she realized. Nikki’s eyes snapped shut as her pupils attempt to dilate to the appropriate degree, having gone from nothing to everything in a fraction of a second. Once her eyes were properly adjusted Nikki took in her surroundings, trying to calm her pounding heart and consciously slow her breathing. The room was basically a small cell, about two meters wide, one meter long and two meters high. The room was completely unfurnished, not even a cot against the wall, the floor, walls and ceiling made. It was hard to wipe the smile off of my face, but she had a look in her eyes that she wanted more. Monica looked up and said, “It’s my turn.” She took a few steps towards me, causing me to back up with my calves against the seating portion of the Jacuzzi. She grabbed my wrist and had me turn around to face the edge of the Jacuzzi. Once I had done this, she slid her hands down my lower back, over my ass and down the back of my thighs. She guided my legs up onto the seats and pushed them.