“I’ll think about it,” I said.“Don’t think too long,” he suggested.By the time I got back to Sparta, it was headed toward dark. I walked i...to my house and looked around. Nothing had changed, yet something was different. All the way home I had struggled with the decision that Michael wanted me to make. What he wanted me to decide was obvious. I just wasn’t sure that I wanted that kind of hassle. For the last three years I had worked on keeping a low profile by keeping the business known only to. Her exploring fingers found her little clitoris and the hood and flaps of flesh surrounding it, and she was very surprised how much fun she could have gently rubbing her pussy in that area especially with some spit on her fingers. She didn't know what an orgasm was, but she enjoyed several dozen before she found out.By using a small mirror, she could actually see her clit and was amazed to discover that it was a little stalk, no more than a half-inch high, that stood up and quivered when she. Amber called down from the balcony for us all to come upstairs for an announcement. Once up there I discovered that about the half the group had left. There were only three other men still present, with the other dozen being females including Jodi and Amber. The seat from downstairs was conspicuous in its commanding position in the middle of the room. ‘Come on, come on,’ Amber bossed, extracting Jodi from under my arm and leading her to the seat. She sat her down, produced a pair of handcuffs. ‘He’s got another knife,’ she screamed. ‘Stay behind me,’ I told the redhead. Cursing, he came at me hard, the knife scything. His first stab stung my fending left hand and as I tried to avoid the second thrust I was in trouble. But he overstepped, and I caught his knife hand at the wrist. With my mind erupting red with anger, I hissed ‘Coward, Bastard,’ and sunk a Nike into his balls. He doubled over clutching his jewels, so I kicked him in his stomach and as his pop-eyed face lurched forward,.