“Fine. I need your help.”“You don’t have to bribe me with a panty shot to get me to help you with your classwork.”“Not that, Mistah Cracka...man…I need…your…protection.” Each word came out hard, stuck in her throat. Just because it was the best choice in a bad situation didn’t mean her pride didn’t have a say in it.“My protection? Someone bothering you in class? A bully?”“No, I’d cut anyone who tried to bully me. I need help with my gang.”“Let me guess, the girls from the other day were involved. " That... feels like an acceptable price, but you know you can get that for free."He opened another bottle and handed it over before finishing his own and grabbing one for himself. He wasn't exactly sure if beer and talking had eased enough his mind enough or if he was just getting too drunk for his own good, but he sure wanted that foot massage now. Any physical contact, really."Yeah I know, but maybe I simply like to make up for my slip. Come on, no excuses."While he was still wondering if he. Jane and Jonathan found a solitary small table with two seats at the end of a long narrow extension to the lounge bar. They sat with Jane at the very end with her back facing the wall. From where they sat Jane could see everything and everybody in the lounge but only those facing her table from close by had any reciprocal view of them. The small wooden table with their drinks upon it was in front of them and Jonathan was sitting squashed in to Jane's right. To get to their seats involved. Avril pointed to a towering well-built masked man, his considerable cock was also hard and ready, its prominent engorged veins gave it a violent gravitas. Avril did not need to issue a command as she took his cock and started rubbing it up and down Fay's wet slit. As his cock slid into wet sex, the cock in her mouth quickly stifled her groan. Fay's expression conveyed how his muscular girth felt as she accepted it. Spearing her body slowly, her body tensed and relaxed once she had him fully.