stick to the plan!

He gritted his teeth and looked down, the very tip of his prick pressed into her. He saw her body shake in anticipation, or fear, or whatever. He felt the warm pulse of her ass press against him. Still, he knew, somehow, that she was right.

"Okay Candy. We'll do it your way." he said, backing away from her. "We'll do the Porter girl. I've got a couple of roofies I got off of my friend Dale. We can get her alone tonight after she gets off of work." Ronnie painfully stuffed his prick back into his pants. Candice winced. She really didn't want to ruin a young girl like she was ruined, but then again; the little bitch shouldn't be fucking her husband...

"Okay. What's the plan?" she asked. Ronnie grinned. He had never planned her to be so, well, willing! Ronnie slowly stroked her back, up to her neck, and then back onto her breasts. He watched her eyes for a reaction. They focused slightly, but nothing major. His Psych 101 class at the local community college totally told him she was not being traumatized by this and was telling the truth.

"Well, I'm going to get Chaz to slip the roofies in her soda. At that point, I'll enter the room, undress her, and fake a call to you. You'll come in, lick her pussy, and I'll fuck you while you do it, and maybe her. Depends on how horny I am." he said. Candice didn't really like that idea. She had only once kissed a girl and that was while very, very drunk. Also, she didn't want his attentions focused on her. The thought of his massive sweaty body on top of her while she was sober (or semi-sober) absolutely disgusted her.

"No, I really want you to fuck her. How about you slip her pills, fuck her, I help with that, and maybe suck your cock while you do it?" Ronnie thought about it, and really couldn't see any error in her logic...