It gleamed.My old nemesis.I held up a hand. “Uh, while I’m here, can I ask some questions? There are things about this experience that have been b...thering me.”“Sure, go ahead.”“Okay. Where’s my greatsword?”That had been bothering me for quite awhile.“Oh, so that wasn’t just a means of testing my limits at character generation, hmm?”Well, about that... “Don’t worry! I’m just kidding. The sword exists, and someday you’ll find it, but that day isn’t now.”“Hmm ... okay ... can I still makes. If she spilled any drinks, she still had to pay for them. Throwing the whole tray at them was out of the question.Jenny's blood would drain from her face when they pulled her down on their laps. Even more so if one of them kept his hand under her. She could feel the fingers at her crotch; enraging her. "Get the fuck over it." She would tell herself. It was a little less insulting when they left a huge tip. "I'm a fucking, glorified whore." She would say to herself when she picked up a $ 20.00. I had to learn against him because my knees went to jelly when I cum. We then swapped around in the narrow toilet and I wanked him and he came strong with his cock throbbing and moaning with pleasure. After a few minutes and cleaning up we left the toilet room and went to our separate rooms both satisfied and contented with our cock play.The following day at breakfast with our wife’s sitting next to us was a strange affair we were very cool to each other and never looked at each other and it. Next, I walked over to the Maverick Activities Center for Introduction to Architecture and the Design Professions. Yes, it's as boring as the name. Like Political Science, I didn't fully understand what the class really added to the overall Architecture degree, so I paid attention, memorized the content and would regurgitate it all when I took the tests. At least it only lasted an hour and a half.My last class for Tuesdays and Thursdays didn't start for another half an hour. However, I would.