He slid his right hand into her right cup and scooped the breast out...He did the same left on left but at no time did his gaze leave hers.She blushed...slightly and delightfully...she was used to people adoring her breasts but it was thrilling to have someone in effect ignore her breasts in favour of her...well...her'self' she supposed.Their eyes drew them together and their lips touched again....he ran his tongue from the very corner of her mouth gently to her chin and down her neck.He gave her. He asked me what will happen to him.I told him that he will be given a choice of leaving the property of his own accord. Or he can leave under arrest for what he tried to do to my fiancé with a police escort.The man said he would make sure it happened of his own accord.I called the two security guys over and asked if they knew who I was.They said they did and asked what I wanted them to do.I told them to make sure that he, pointing at the guy on the lounge, leaves the property.As we headed back. "Hey what's the big idea!" Bridget complained, shutting the fridge and opening her beer. Duane smiled, a look of sexual deviance on his face as he winked at Bridget. Bridget looked around to the other boys for support, only to find they too had the same look on their face as Duane. "Nice little ass Bridget" Jeff complimented, winking at her and nodding his head to Duane. Bridget's mind immediately returned to her thoughts of being spanked in Science class, only this time it was not her teacher. He dropped heavily into the chair, holding his head tight as though to keep it from burning up. ‘Am I losing it? Did that just happen?’ He glanced up once more, just to make sure. ‘I think I need a lie-down. There was talk of a room, wasn’t there? I didn’t dream that. Top of the stairs. Yes. Top of the stairs.’ He bounded from the chair, leaving his things behind, and made his way back to the staircase. The hallway somehow seemed longer than before and the walls seemed to grow around him. He.