Broken

I had long-passed the point of caring about anything except the hand stroking my cock and her warm tongue, all my feeling now centered in that one sensitive area of my groin. If I could’ve moved I would have pushed her back on the loveseat and fucked her as hard as I could before she even knew what happened!

When she removed her face from my line of vision I could see the mirror on the far wall once more, suddenly stunned to my core! Susan’s black panties were on the floor near her feet and Raul’s hand was between her long tan legs, which were sprawled outward, her nether-region entirely open to his assault. Raul was slowly sliding a finger up the damp passageway of her vagina, pausing to rub her clit in a slow circular motion. Even as I watched, he slid another finger inside her – and then a third. Susan didn’t move or make a sound.

With her face turned toward me, I could see that her eyes appeared distant and empty. I momentarily wondered if she was paralyzed from the drug, but like me, was still conscious of what was happening to her. Could she feel, rationalize, think? Was her sex organs overly stimulated as mine were, or had she completely passed-out?