" I opened my eyes and glanced at Susan kneeling above me. Herfingers caressed my nylons as she set them on her shoulders. Susan movedforward and ...n a soft whisper directed "beg for it." Please ma'am, make me feel full." Not good enough" was her reply.I tried harder. "Please give it to me."Her nails gripped one of my thighs. "Still not good enough. Tell me whatyou want. Tell me what you need."I could hold back no longer. "Fuck me. Make me whole," I yelled.Susan pushed forward. I cried out. "And you're a strange guy." Do you like me anyway?" What do you think?" I don't know. You've acted kind of strangely yourself. That's why I'm asking." Of course I do."Men. They always have their doubts. Not all men really. Most of the men I date have no doubts at all. They should, but they don't."We have to do this again. But not too often; I don't think I could take it." I sighed. "God, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't do a thing for you. I, I'm never that selfish. You just had me so, involved, it. There seemed to be nowhere to hide from the recent raids that saw villages destroyed, men killed, women raped, and for no apparent reason other than greed and wealth. Monasteries were laid bare and monks watched helplessly as the horned invaders made off with their riches.It was written, that the longships would power themselves out of the mist and onto the beaches, hit towns and villages without any compassion for the peasants. Men would rush ashore striking all those that got in their way.. Judy's blond manetouched her nearly bare shoulders prettily.Amy chose an electric-blue, sequined, mini-gown that displayed herfabulous legs. Her sandals were silver and slutty. Yum.Sandy was wearing green sequins, of course, to dramatize her lusciousred hair. It was floor length, but with slits all the way to herstocking tops. Her sandals matched the dress. The little showoff waswearing a strapless frock, even though her wonder bra was workingovertime to show off any cleavage on those.