Jessica froze as it seemed my words woke her up, but she was far gone because of what I slipped in her drinks. The wine hadn’t been poisoned, not in the way most people would think. I hadn’t slipped her a sedative, but something subtler, something that unraveled inhibition, peeled away her pride, and left her begging, whimpering like a needy slut wanting me to touch her.

“You have to earn it,” I whispered, teasing her further.

“H… How?” she slurred with her cheeks flushed red.

“Suck my toes if you want to cum,” I commanded, my tone flat. I pulled away from her body, letting her hands fall uselessly...