I climbed into the limo, completely in control of my faculties, because that little bottle I downed upstairs? It was just an expensive bottle of mineral water. French mineral water. The kind they charge fifteen bucks for just because it's in a frosted glass bottle. That chick last night had been wild, the sort that bites your neck so hard she leaves a hickey that feels like a first degree burn. She'd trashed the room in some sort of s****l fervour last night, kissing me hard, and getting her teeth in on the action. My c**k was too swollen to consider a quick f**k, but I knew from experience that come morning I'd be feeling a little more like myself. Frenchie indulged herself with a little product she'd scored for herself at the club and I knew full well that little busy body Charlotte woul
