”“Huh?” He splutters, one eyebrow raised. I hold his gaze, as I watch his eyes widen slightly. He opens his mouth to start talking, but then see...s to think better of it, as he closes it again and swallows hard instead.Though he can’t seem to ask it, I answer his question with a pointed, deliberate nod. Yes.He tries to cast his line, but fumbles with the bail. I smile to myself; I’ve finally managed to fluster the indomitable Mr. Ethan Quinn. We fish in silence, as my proposition weighs heavy. The next order of business was class. Or better yet, hiding in my dorm room until the time comes to return for another humiliating experience. I didn’t much care for slut points after what happened this morning. I don’t want to lose, but it’s not worth humiliating myself for it again and again. I glanced at the other two girls. We all stood in an awkward triangle trying to best decide how to return to our dorms without getting caught. I also need to consider how to obtain more slut points, but. As I found myself being spitroasted for the second time in quicksuccession, a third guy reached under and started pulling and rubbingmy chastised cock, whispering "you deserve your useless cock inchastity but it should be a much more severe one, I'm in charge nowuntil you have serviced everyone who shows up, so you better do as youare told and address me as Sir, OR ELSE" with that he gave my balls anasty squeeze.From the corner of my eye I saw him go into my bag where he took out myphone, then. .A simple, 'no' would have sufficed."She chuckled."What's the matter?"Don Tarino asked, who was standing near to them."Nothing, boss."Sal replied and started to move over to the bar.A couple minutes later, Sal walked back over to Ann, who was holding Tarino's arm and flirting with him."Here. Don't choke on it."He handed her a Martini, complete with an olive on a fancily sculptured toothpick."I guess your mother never taught you any manners, huh?"She giggled as she took the drink out of his.