.." She deftly turned the talk to something "safe" for outsiders to hear, Baton Rouge social gossip. I'd hated getting involved in that sort of thing,...but after only a month at the sorority I knew it was in my own best interest to do so. This was where the contacts I would need later in life were. I had to get to know them, and get them to know me. Men had the 'Good Old Boys' network, but we women had our equivalent, though we didn't have even an informal name for it. Let's just say that. I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it all, but I didn’t want to waste a drop. I kept sucking and gently stroking as he became more and more sensitive to my touch. Finally when I felt his quivers fade, and his shaft soften ever so slightly, I reluctantly let his cock slip from my lips. I swallowed once more and smiled at him, then gave the tip of his cock one last gentle lick to get the final drop of cum while I looked into his eyes.His smile said it all. I had made another man cum, and. Free exercise, you know.” “That’s cool,” said Mark, still smiling. “Hey hold on a second, I want to show you something.” He grabbed the tazer from the floor of the van and pointed it at her. “What is it?” she asked. The next moment she was convulsing about on the pavement as a disabling current of electricity passed through her body. Mark quickly looked around to make sure there was no one else around, then calmly opened the side door of the van, picked the girl up and dropped her inside.. Carl came back to me to say that he would talk to his dad and get an idea of anything we would need, as he would know better than Carl did. He nearly broke my hand with his vice-like grip, when we shook hands. Then he was on his way.It was 6 o’clock, 90 minutes until we had to meet the guests for the formal evening get together. Time for me to go and chill, up at the Warehouse.I could smell the coffee when I walked in. I could also hear the chatter coming from the kitchen.“Honey, I’m home!” I.