"It's okay. I mean, I wasn't expecting it. But neither was I going to decline it. That's fine. She'll be okay. She gets sick on occasion. I'm not sure...why tonight, but I know stuff happens. I'll check on her in a bit."Brandy responded by looking at me, moving up against me, and saying, "Then can we do that again?" to which I laughed, pushed up against her, and slid my tongue inside her mouth and proceeded to kiss her passionately, intensely, and, much to my surprise, in a way that she finally. My left hand reached over to her and ran over her smooth legs, it brushed against her underwear as it went up wards to her boobs.I cupped her left boob and started to massage it and she quickly did the same to me. I then got bold and moved my hand down and under her shirt, I reached for her boob and began to massage it, it was the perfect handful. Her nipple rested between my fingers but then suddenly she broke off and we stopped. We both looked at each other.“Sorry, I can’t do this. I have a. If the number you roll is even, then you win. If the number is odd, then you become a cunt lapping slave until the club closes. Both of the twats under our table lost while eating here this morning." OOOOHHHH!" I mumble as the slave licking my twat is getting me close. "It sounds like fun. Can we change our selection to the Lottery Special menu?" God, you're one horny whore," Henrietta comments. "Didn't you get enough last night?" Never!" I reply as two young server boys deliver our food.When. I seriously doubt it. I am probably just as tasty as the girl who is destinedto be his lunch today. But there is not much point in worrying. If he getscarried away with his game, there will be nothing I can do about it, beforeit is far too late to protest. I dare not wear anything to protect my soft flesh from the wicked serrationsof his tongue, or his razor-sharp claws. Bootsie is easily provoked by anythingthat conceals a girl's flesh. I once watched him tear a girl's clothing topieces. Her.