I looked up at him my eyes betraying mygratitude; but my relief was, as usual, short-lived."Oh don?t worry slut, I haven?t finished with you yet."He m...ved down my body and placed himself kneeling between my legs withhis hands rubbing my panty-clad ?clitty? and ?pussy-lips?. With a handon each ankle he hoisted my legs into the air and held them aloft withone hand."You?re a fuck-toy now slut and fuck-toys don?t need panties."With that he gripped my knickers with his free hand and yanked themdown. There was nothing there on his side.Being a student at university usually involves going out to bas and clubs. I am not one of those guys. The crazy antics of jocks scared me. I liked to go to bars, but nice quiet ones. Not some rowdy dive full of intoxicated students. The over indulgence of hormonal youth had passed me by. Living in a small town where everyone knew each other's business probably helped stem my wild ways and I lived through them.I was at a bar enjoying a few beers with other. Julie, using her most seductive voice, thanked him profusely, making him appear to be the most gallant guy since Sir Walter Raleigh. He actually stammered nervously after her complements."This is my friend Rachel," she said. "Rachel's from Minneapolis, just visiting me for a few days. I live in Ft. Lauderdale." She paused for a moment then added, "My name is Julie. I'm a real blonde."His knee-jerk reaction to this opening gambit caused him to knock over his drink. The bartender mercifully wiped. .." "Arsehole?" "Precisely! Whereas to us it's a…" "Cunt?" He sighed. "Your language…" But she cut him off in mid-sentence. "Fuck my language!" She looked at the tail reflectively, still caressingit gently. "Doesn't seem to be much going on at the moment." "No there doesn't, but you know that humming we heard earlier?" She nodded, "WellI think it was working then, but," And here he looked at the tail more closely, "Ithink it serves other functions as well." Sheila continued to stroke the.