"James." Sally McKenzie's mellow contralto. "If ... may I call you that?"I smiled at her. "If it's okay to call you Sally." Ready to go?" Absolutely."...he'd ordered a taxi. Parking at the hospital is difficult and expensive and the taxi can stop right by the entrance. It's a silent ride back home and Sally paid the fare."Be gentle with her," she said as we walked up the path to the front door. I looked at her, eyebrows raised. "You'll understand," was all she added.I unlocked the door, glancing. As it neared its conclusion, her dancing rose to a fever pitch along with it, the hammering of the drums practically shaking the ground. Music was a universal language, Zuki could sense the coming climax just as he could. As she pivoted on the spot, Jules leaning forward in his seat to get a better view of her glistening form ... she tripped over her own feet and stumbled across the carpet.She managed to right herself before she fell over, pouting and grumbling to herself in her native tongue. She thought, checking and rechecking her fleshy exposure. As she flew out of the bathroom, she couldn’t help enjoying the bouncing of her free breasts. The softness of her shirt brushed against her erect nipples, making her extremely aroused. She wondered whether Sir would take notice of her vulnerability … or would He expose it? Thankfully, she didn’t have to wonder long. As she rounded the corner, she caught a glimpse of her Sir. She read volumes within the depths of His steel blue eyes. How. It didn't matter.What mattered was that the guy was alone in a mostly abandoned dormitory. This the inner voice assured Leah. She slipped into the seat beside the guy and waited for her body to do the trick. The girl was dressed in the sluttiest outfit she had, a low cut tank top that ended above her belly button and a pair of spandex dance shorts. With her enhanced curves, nothing was left to the imagination.The guy looked up with a start and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His.