Self-Foot worship, sucking , licking, spitting and masturbation Kate BB

Roofie!” I barked at her, grinning at my razor-sharp wit. “RRRRRR... ROOOOFFFFIE!!!!” Several people in the club shot us odd looks as we stumbled past. Heather groaned as I let more of my weight lean onto her shoulder. Straining, she managed to get me to the exit just as her own legs seemed to go all rubbery. She dropped me on the sidewalk in an unladylike pile and plopped down beside me, fanning herself with her hand. “What was in that drink?” she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of focus. “I... I think... it was like a... a MAGIC drink!” I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unsteady finger to gently poke the end of her nose. She crossed her eyes at the touch and I shrieked with a fit of laughter. Our apartment lay only like six blocks from here, tits in something like this... no, wait, probably that direction, I was mostly sure. A short walk should get us home, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a night. Heather got to her feet and seemed to find renewed energy, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key version of a pop song we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my high heels. I picked up the right shoe that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly sideways angle, before getting my bearings and setting forth at an uneven gait... And to my best recollection, that’s how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this evening, me pondering the Bermuda Triangle-like disappearance of my shoe, and my twin sister Heather swinging herself in slow circles around the post of a No Parking sign, butchering pop diva song lyrics. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our eighteenth birthday celebration... A somber whine intruded into masturbation my deep thoughts regarding the elusive tendencies of high-heeled footwear. I looked around, taking a half-step back to steady myself as my perception of the world continued its disorienting, counter-clockwise rotation. The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the source. Near the opening of an alley sat a large brown sucking dog. It was one of those Doder... no, Bobber... Booberman... Dobermans! That was it! “Roofie!” I barked back with a giggle. He tilted his head sideways, favoring me with a curious glance. He lifted his left front paw and fetish whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes. “Awwww... are you hurt, boy?” Heather inquired. My heart too was melting in pity for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggy turned and slowly began to limp away down the darkened alley. He paused, turning back to give us a pleading look over his shoulder, and issued another pitiful whine. With an even more pronounced limp, he disappeared into the gloom. We couldn’t just leave him like that! Maybe if he had a cut on big his paw and I could bandage it or something. “Wait! "I need one more mild one." “Browning? 'But the sexiest thing is in having them on a cunt' saying this he placed his hand squarely on her hot mound. Not again! “You… You won’t be in this city forever. “Lily, don't go,” I commanded, loving how she stopped. I pushed my cock deeper into her. She began to slam her cock deep inside of me without any mercy or remorse. Trent and William were reaching for their guns when they were shocked to see an average height, well-muscled man. "Just who in the hell are you?" Somebody is always getting fucked. Oh, God. “Funny”, he smirked, “I can tell I’m stoned when I get this urge to have my cock sucked.” There are a lot more non-Humans here than the villages we have been traveling through. Well I could still get reflex erections, But I couldn’t control them. sucking I may have been close to coming, but I didn’t let out any hints. She was dressed for business in a smart grey suit, black blouse, tights and flat big black shoes. I may be a confident and dominant person, but that mostly relates to my capability and drive. “He was more than willing to take you too. She really pushed my tits patience to its fetish limits and I was still mad when I got home. You know the old joke about using your tongue and licking in the shape masturbation of each letter of the alphabet?