“But... How? What? I don’t know you... You don’t know me!” I struggled to say something. My mind is a complete blank. I stood there, staring a... him and wondering if he‘s a nutter. Someone who escaped from the psychiatric hospital. I take a good look of him. He is tall, around 6 foot 2... and he has short black hair that is styled in a messy way. It suits him, I thought as I bite my lip. Then I looked into his eyes, he has a very warm chocolate eyes. Like buttery warm…“You’re mine, understand?”. Shifting himself a little lower, he planted soft kisses on the just below her ear, and on the back of her neck. While reaching this position, his hardness had slowly trailed down between her cheeks, to rest against her inner thighs. Feeling his tip approach her opening, she parted her legs a little, allowing the head to touch her engorged wet lips. He could feel her heat and sexual secretions mixing with his, coating the tip, but he had no immediate plan to enter her. Instead, he let the head. She avoided her scheduled dress fitting, fearing she’d be unable to hide both the physical evidence of the previous evening and her ongoing state of heightened stimulation. An attempt to replace it with an aggressive training session was firmly rebuffed by the Weaponmaster, who reminded her that she’d injured herself through inattention, and he judged her unready to resume training until she’d come to terms with the reason for that inattention.As if I don’t know. But he’s right. I’m a danger to. For the majority of the rest of the night I drank very little because I knew that if I did, I would be in a bit of a state and wouldn’t be able to look after my friend if anything were to go wrong for her. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the rest of the night, laughing and joking and dancing with Alix and Sarah and just generally acting like a fool. I threw my favourite music on and blasted it out.Later on as I talked with my friends, I noticed them both sat on the sofas opposite. Slyly glancing.