She cleans up

Frank chuckled as he looked at the smitten blonde teen, who gazed back at him with worshipful eyes.

"So I'm the first man to fuck you?"

"No...the best...and the first in my ass...you make me feel so good...so complete...I come so hard for you...just looking at you makes my tummy flutter...my heart race..."

"You better go shower and clean up," Frank smirked. "Unless you want to walk home looking like a glazed donut. The bathroom is just down the hall."

"Yes...thank you...but...can I stay...just a little longer...please?"

"Go clean up and we'll see what happens," Frank told her, pulling her to her feet and giving her a light smack on her rump which made her giggle. She flounced down the hall, swaying her hips and grinning at him over her shoulder.

Frank shook his head as she disappeared into the bathroom and freshened his coffee. Despite how many times he'd seen it, the effect of the drug still amazed him, and how it's intensity differed between individual women. From the look of it Brittany was particularly susceptible, well into the range occupied by Vanessa and Megan. She was a nice addition to his growing harem, he thought to himself as he sipped his coffee and looked out into his back yard.

He had finished his cup and was on his way back to the kitchen for a refill when he heard Brittany calling his name from down the hall.

"Frank....could you...could you help me please?"

He paused for a moment, putting his cup down and smiling to himself before heading down the hall.

"Frank? I...I could really use some help..." she called again, the sound letting him know that she was in one of the bedrooms. He stepped through the door, not surprised by what he saw, but smiling just the same.

Brittany sprawled across the bed, her rump raised and rocking gently, a salacious and happy smile on her face.

"Oh good...thank you for coming...I really....really need your help..." she whispered throatily.