Honey Do... 4 Drugged?

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"Yes. After the wife is asleep, we can use the guest bedroom. Once she gets to sleep, I can leave her until at least eight o'clock this evening."

"When will you give her the sleeping pill?"

"If you are up for this, I will give it to her right now, and she will be asleep for the day in thirty minutes."

I was working on a shower in a master bedroom ensuite when a young black woman and an older white man entered the bedroom and had a whispered conversation, as shown above.

On alert for something nefarious about to happen, I stood quietly listening to the plan to drug someone and then carry out a plan that wasn't yet clear to me.  

"Yes, give it to her so we can continue. I am afraid of her discovering us."

"Okay, if that is what it will take."

The conversation ended as they quietly closed the bedroom door, and when I heard no more noise, I turned off the recorder on my phone.

I leaned against the sink counter for a few minutes to think about my next step.

Determining that I wasn't sure what they planned to give the woman. I was cautious and unsure if I should get this shower repaired and forget about it or if I should get involved by showing myself and letting them wonder what I might have overheard.

The conversation sounded so threatening to my sensibilities that I decided to leave the shower and go through the house to my truck to get a tool. I didn't need to go out into the house except to see what they were up to, and I didn't need any tools.

I armed myself. I hung a claw hammer through the loop on my tool belt.  

I proceeded down the hall to the stairs and again overheard the conversation at the bottom of the stairs. I stopped and listened again.  

The man was talking to someone as though they were having a hard time hearing, so he was talking louder than a usual conversation.

"Mary, it's time for your pills."

"George, darling, I just took some, didn't I?"

"Yes, those were needed, too, according to the Doctor."

"Okay then."

A silence settled in the room.

"This medication may make you dizzy, Mary. You better lay down after you take it."

"Who else is here, George?"

"No one. Honey do... was coming, but he didn't show up."

"I thought I heard a woman's voice. Was there a woman here, too?"

"No, Mary, I think maybe you heard the TV."

"Okay. Give me the pill. I am out of water please bring me some."

"Let me help you to bed first. Then I'll get you some water."

"I can get there without any help, George, I am not a cripple."

"Okay, Mary, Just taking care of you, that's all. I'll get some ice water from the refrigerator."

Now, I hustled back to the ensuite and determined that I could hide there until I had more information.

George spoke up, "Here, put these in your pocket."

I was in a dilemma. I heard conversations about a woman who was going to be dosed with a sleeping pill that would knock her out within a half hour of taking the dose and cause her to sleep for over ten hours.

I heard a lot of shuffling and realized someone was coming down the hall. I was trapped if they came into the bathroom, because the shower had a clear glass door.

Next, I heard the bedroom door close, and then the bathroom door opened.

I held my finger to my lips and uttered 'Shhh."

Mrs. Morgan smiled and whispered. "George told me you didn't show up. Excuse me, Honey do... I have to pee. George is going to bring a pill to me that might make me dizzy, so he wants me to lie down. Sorry to disturb you working there. "

She pulled down her pajama bottoms and sat on the toilet as though I wasn't there. I turned away and debated, 'What is next?'

I could hear the tinkling and was embarrassed beyond words.  

When she was washing her hands, I said, "When you leave, close the door, Mrs. Morgan. George doesn't need to know I am here. Can I see what he gave you to bring up here?"

Mrs. Morgan handed me a pill box with three different warning labels. Poison, do not drive, and sleep-inducing, all bright colored and printed in bold black.

I looked at the pill, which resembled my 81-grain aspirin, so I substituted the one in my pill carrier.  

She thanked me and went to lie on the bed.

I asked her. "Please don't tell George I am in the ensuite. What he doesn't know might be better."

"Okay, Honey do... I won't say a word."

In less than a minute, the bedroom door swung open, and George came in with the water and a plate of cheese and crackers.

"Okay, Sweetheart, lie here for a half hour. If you aren't dizzy, you can get up. Thanks for bringing that pill up here for me. Let's make sure you are comfortable."

I could tell he was tucking her in for a long sleep when George said, "Do not be surprised if you become sleepy. That side effect is very common and means you need to rest."

"Okay, sweetheart, thank you for taking care of me."

"That's it, Mary. Drink a little more water, please."

"I'll check in on you in fifteen minutes or so."

I heard the bedroom door close, waited a few minutes, and went to Mrs. Morgan's side and asked Mary, "Did you take that pill?"

"No. It fell out of my hand, so I faked it."

I said, "I am going to get some parts, I will be gone about a half hour, and then I will be back to finish the shower. Okay?"

"Okay, Honey do..."

I stepped outside the bedroom door after listening for George and hearing nothing.

As soon as I was in the hallway, I could hear voices from the room down the hall. I slunk along, being quiet as a mouse, and listened outside the door. The unmistakable sounds of sex, moaning, and skin slapping told the whole story quickly, if not quietly.

I went down the stairs and out the front door to my truck parked about two houses away.  

When I got to Walgreens, the pharmacist looked at the pill, then said, "Honey do... that pill is a controlled substance. Wait a few minutes, I will print out the rules for dispensing, and restrictions on even having an inventory of that pill."

About three minutes later, a uniformed pair of City Police came into the pharmacy and walked up to the pharmacist, who simply pointed to me sitting and waiting.

"ID, please."

After a short wait, the officer said, "You have the right to remain silent..." and then the rest of the Miranda spiel required to arrest someone."

After acknowledging the Miranda reading, he asked me, "Tell me what you brought in here, and where did you get it?"

"I do not know what it is. That is why I brought it here. I got it from a customer a few minutes ago. Her husband planned to give it to her, his wife, and I intercepted it.

"Was it a prescription?"

"No. It was in a pill box. I gave her an 81-grain aspirin instead, thinking, if it were safe, I would give it to her after I got it identified here."

"I'd overheard her husband represent it as an extra pill the Dr. wanted her to take."

At that point, the officers heard the entire story, and after a few questions, one said, "We have to make a report. We will interview her husband, George, you said right? George Morgan?"

"Yes, hired me."

"I haven't met George."

"Mrs. Morgan told me he was at the store when I arrived, so I moved my truck out of his driveway, down the block, and went to work on the job she'd hired me to do."

"Okay, Mr. Honey do..."

"We will want you to come by the station and leave a statement with our office detectives. They will call you to schedule the interview. You technically are a suspect possessing a controlled substance without proof of authorization by prescription."

"Can you tell me what the pill is, officers?"

"No, nor can the pharmacist, but our lab will know within a few minutes of testing."

"Thanks, officers. Expect a young black woman to be at the house. I think she is a call girl. But I can't explain my suspicions except for the conversation recording I played for you. Be safe. I will be in the ensuite, and Mrs. Morgan should be in bed there, too."

I left the pharmacy and returned to the house to finish the job and to collect the tools I'd left in the shower. I was able to park at the curb in front of the house, and after I knocked and no one answered, I let myself in with the key Mrs. Morgan had given me years ago.

I didn't hear any noise and slipped into the master bedroom, closed the door, and told Mrs. Morgan, who was reading in bed, "I'll be finished in a few minutes and then be gone. I will prepare an invoice and return it before the end of the day." 

She offered me a hug, and to be polite, I hugged her and said, "I am happy today, Mrs. Morgan. I think I got the shower fixed. I'll be back later today."

I was locking the door when I was leaving but saw the police cruiser pulling into the driveway, blocking the drive.  

As I waited on the porch for the officers, a second car pulled up, and two plain clothes came to the porch.

I explained that I suspected that George and the other women were still in the other bedroom, the first door on the right upstairs.

They showed me a search warrant, so I unlocked the door for them.

They asked me to wait until they told me it was okay to leave, which didn't really sound like a request but a way to dodge restraining me.

I, of course, agreed to wait. I sat in my truck for about half an hour when George and a young woman were led from the front door in handcuffs.

They were placed in the back seat of the two cars. One of the uniformed officers said, "You were right. They planned to drug her for the day. When they found out about the recording of their bedroom conversation, they caved. It was all the evidence the police needed because the police lab had identified the pill to be laced with fentanyl. They had been arrested. They were consequently charged and would be arraigned for attempted murder at the most and involuntary manslaughter most likely.  

I was stunned, of course. I asked about Mrs. Morgan, "What will happen for her? She has dementia and needs someone to take care of her."

"Her daughter is on the way now, we will wait for her here, and when she arrives, we will take these two to jail for arraignment later today."

"One of the plainclothes detectives will call you when they can get to your statement. They will confiscate your phone with the message. We suggest that you won't get your phone back until after the trials, if even then."

I decided to make my next stop a phone purchase so I could transfer all my information and not have to rebuild my phone data.

I was going to leave when the daughter arrived. But she asked me to stay, so I followed them all into the house: the daughter, a detective, and one of the uniformed officers.  

Everyone exchanged cards. The police duo left the daughter and me with Mrs. Morgan. I expected to leave right away and encouraged the daughter to call if I could help in any way.

The daughter, Sue, was about forty-five, fit as a fart, and beautiful. The three of us had a toasted cheese sandwich and had a discussion about what to do next.  

Being in dementia, Mrs. Morgan said inappropriate things frequently. She said, "I was hoping to get Honey do... in bed this morning. What a disappointing appointment, Sue. I guess it will fall to you to properly thank him, eh? Will you do that for me? I am tired and am going to lie down." 

Mrs. Morgan got up and went upstairs with Sue. I cleaned up the kitchen, and as I was finishing, Sue came back into the kitchen.

I had my back to her, cleaning the sink, so I was surprised when she said, "Mom wants me to fuck you, Mr. Honey do... She said you have always made her wet when you worked for her all these years. She told me she even dressed as nasty as she could to entice you. You must be some sort of moral throwback. Or else explain to me why you would reject such a beautiful old woman something like her offers you."

"Well, Sue, as beautiful as Mrs. Morgan is, I always empathize about dementia's effects on those it affects. It seemed like it could have been that little goofy thing that occurs with some people who have the disease. They do not realize what they are saying or the effects of their actions quite often. I have a few other clients with dementia. So I have been careful for them not to be involved in sex with me."

"My God, Mr. Honey do... you truly are a throwback. I do not know a single man alive that would turn down pussy, even from a woman with dementia. I am honored to tell you that I not only want to fulfill my mom's offer to fuck you, but I am looking forward to having you work on me. I mean, come work on my home. Hmm, maybe I did mean work on me. I have a long Honey do... list of things to repair and tidy up before I can list my home for sale and move in here with Mom."

"She wants me to make you happy today, and she wants to watch. Will you at least let me give you a blow job? I do not want to fuck anyone in front of my mother."

"No, Sue. I want to know you better; I guess I am what you call a throwback. Let's all go to dinner, have a glass of wine, and see what we think of each other. How about six o'clock tonight at Pete's BBQ?"

"Damn. Mr. Honey do... you are amazing."

Sue gave me a lengthy, tight, full-body hug, a peck on the cheek, and said, "I will impress you as much as I can tonight. Since I felt that hard thing when we hugged, I have been wet knowing how safe I would be with you. You are remarkable. Dinner at six at Pete's it is. I am excited. I haven't seen a man, dated, or kissed anyone but mom and dad for over four years, when I divorced."

"Thanks, Sue. I am speechless. Thank you. I'll see you at six."

At six, I was sitting in a corner booth when Sue walked in.  

I stood and motioned for her to slide in on the other side of the booth. She said, "I am going to sit beside you, silly. This is a date. I am actually on a date and do not remember how to behave, so I am going to do what I want, not what a first date is supposed to or expect from a woman. Now slide in beside me."

As soon as I was sitting, she said, "Closer, Mr Honey do... I want to feel the heat from your leg on my leg. And I want to do this."

Her hand was on my zipper; she fidgeted with it briefly, then slid it to the bottom; her hand was in my boxers and around my hard cock before I could get a deep breath.

"Oh, does this feel good? I know what I want for dessert tonight."

All this time, I was feeling possessed and stunned by this beautiful woman. She wasn't kidding when she said earlier that she was going to impress. She was wearing a mid-thigh flowing, flouncy skirt and a tight T-shirt with a deep scooped neckline. Her makeup was minimal, but her lips and nails were painted a come fuck me color re, d. Her cleavage was, to say the least, abundant, and it wiggly with every movement she made.  

She said, "Mr Honey do... I wore this top so you would look at my chest and want to see the rest of my bosoms. I didn't wear any panties, so you could feel how wet I was and touch my freshly mowed vagina. I scraped off four years of undergrowth, so when you lick between my lips, you won't have to fight a forest. So, give me your hand; I want you to feel me."

She took my hand from around the beer in front of me and placed it directly on her vagina. She dipped two of my fingers between her lips and then moved my hand to my mouth, where I automatically took my fingers in and sucked them clean.

"What do you think, Mr Honey do... Are we going to hit a home run tonight? Or are we going to drag out the inevitable for longer than necessary?"

I said, after downing the glass of beer, "Let me call the babysitter and see if she will spend the night. I am yours for the night if she says yes."

"If she says no, I have a solution, so check with her, we are going fucking tonight. God damn, Mr. Honey do... I am flowing like a faucet. Feel."

I did feel and was fingering her clitoris while I laid my phone on the table and dialed the babysitter. I had the volume turned down and had her on speakerphone.  

"Melissa, can you spend the night?" I asked.

"Oh joy, Daddy, are you going to come home early?"

"Not if you can stay there for me. I have a chance to do a job overnight."

"You can come home and have a job all weekend, if you know what I mean, Daddy."

"Melissa, can you stay?"

"Yes. But some nights, I want you to call me from wherever you are and ask me to spend the night with you. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough. We will need to talk about it, though."

"Okay, I think I can convince you; you are, after all, a man, and I am equipped as a woman. Good night to you, and I hope whoever is going to get lucky tonight appreciates how truly rare and wonderful you are. Enjoy her. I will make her seem like a beginner when I get you."

We hung up as Sue reached a quiet orgasm.

Just then, the waitress served the dinners,.

"All hands on deck," she said, "It is hard to cut a steak with one hand. If you are into it, I am free and also available later tonight." She smiled a knowing smile and, in the universal motion stuck her tongue through her fingers shaped in a 'V' as she turned to leave.

"Jesus, you attract pussy like flies on food," Sue remarked as she picked up her steak in one hand and took a bite. "I'm not letting go, so be embarrassed if it suits you; I need this thing. God, how could it be four years? Was I nuts?"

The waitress gave us Botha a slip with her name and telephone number, name, and a drawing of a V with a tongue. It almost looked like the Stones tongue.

Leaving the restaurant, I noticed the wetness on the back of Sue's skirt, and so did the waitress, who followed us to my truck. She asked Sue, "Are you a graduate of the local high school?" 

"Yes, why?" 

"I thought that was you in the trophy display. Are you still a runner?"

"Yes."

"Please call me. I fell three-hundredths of a second to your first-place State record. I like people who move through life fast. Let's run together soon."

When we got to Sue's house, I could see the rundown condition it was in but said nothing. We were too busy with the upcoming night. But I knew this wouldn't be a quicky. Sue really needed Honey do this... Honey do that... to fix up her house before it would sell.  

We were about six inches inside her front door, which she closed and locked. Then Sue pulled the T-shirt over her head and unzipped the skirt. She was naked as the day she was born, and her vagina looked in my imagination like it did that day.  

"Please lick me," Sue asked. I love to be eaten. What was I thinking to have been this long without sex? Never mind, follow me."

She said, "You better be naked when we get to the top of the stairs."

I was. And immediately, she sat on the landing as I followed her up. She sucked my still-hard cock to the back of her throat and caressed me with her tongue and lips. Of course, I came as soon as she got started, and as usual, after coming, I began to get soft and lose interest in sex.

But Sue was having no soft cock after she'd swallowed my come. She didn't stop stroking and sucking, and I was hard again in only a minute or so. She stood, holding my cock, and said, "Come into my bedroom. I want to fuck you to death. You are a God-sent wonder. Look at that cock, will you? You are as hard as a young boy allegedly always is."

She asked me, "Do you mind if I ride you instead of you riding me?"

Without waiting for my answer, she pushed me back on the bed, climbed on top of the bedspread, and stood above me. With no further conversation, she sat on my face and said, "Eat me, Mr Honey do... I will see if I can kill you after that."

Delicious, I tell you. And an abundant flow of her nectar oozed from her as she moved her vagina all over my face. I was able to catch my breath between her movements of screwing herself on my tongue.

She climaxed numerous times. She finally had the desire for my cock in her vagina and scooted her slimy pussy down my chest and belly onto my sliming cock.

"Condom?"

"No need. I can't have kids. So please tear me up, Mr Honey do..."

Her pussy was so wet that I asked her, "Let me lick you for a minute. I am going to come again, and I am afraid that will end the night."

"Oh no, I don't want you to come again yet."

We changed places, and I got another feel and a close look at a cleanly shaved vagina. I saw beautiful puffy lips, slimy and discolored with her arousal. It was as smooth as silk and hot as a fevered forehead. Her bouquet was sweet, pungent, and as interesting as a smoked paprika in a goulash.

I dove in and smeared another coating of her slippery aroma all over my head, from ear to ear, and from my receding hairline to my Adam's apple. I attempted to suck her pussy dry, but she kept up with me.

She screamed, moaned, and cried aloud each time she rose to another climax. At one of those instances, she said clearly, "Mr. Honey do... you do make Honey. I love the flavor you are causing me to taste, a mixture of your come and my cunt's ooze. "I'd pay a lot for a jar of this honey we are making. Yum-yum!"

Needless to say, we didn't sleep, nor did we wane. I had an erection three times the night, and the last one even squeezed out enough come for us to snowball it at the door as I left her naked and looking like a freshly fucked virgin. Beautiful, flush, and all smiles.