Folded inside was her "handle" and mine. I figured if my intuition was wrong no worse for trying...and it just might spark curiosity from a new friend... Drink delivered. Note unfolded. Confusion in her eyes for an instant, the CLICK! Now she jumped up scanning the crowd. Our eyes locked...I winked...she smiled a beautifully wide grin, and waved me over. She was stunningly beautiful in a short Burgundy pleated skirt and cream button down with intricate lace embroidery in all the right places. Her. Shamar moaned her pleasure in his ear, ‘Yes, Croag, touch me’ and his hand slid down until he found Her damp slit. As he had learned before, his fingers slid slowly around the entrance to her Sacred Tunnel, waiting for it to open for him. His head bent to her nipple and his lips began to tease and suck at it, while his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin. Shamar moaned and he felt Her arousal grow, as his Manhood throbbed with his own arousal. As Her slit opened and became damp under his. The jeans clung to the curve of her hips and I was shamelessly looking forward to her turning to walk away so I could see how she looked from behind. And as for the way she filled out that hoodie—“Ehm,” she covered her mouth as she made that small coughing noise to snap me from my trance and stood, messenger bag flung over one shoulder, a bundle of papers held across her chest with one hand. The other was on her hip, which jutted out slightly to the side, and she was watching me—or my. Caldwell’s drink and rushed back into the ball room. His master’s guests were applauding wildly as Pink and Fauna came out onto the stage. Rusty attempted to look away, but like any heterosexual boy, he was aroused by the girls. Pink was crawling before Fauna, her tits hanging and a dildo sticking out of her ass. Fauna was waving to the crowd, a large smile on her face. Rusty knew it was all acting, but Fauna was almost too believable. After the girls made their way to center stage Pink rose,.