Leonard rosed up and took Irene’s hand, pulling her up. “Come, let me show you the house.” he said and walked her through the door to a passage ...o the right. They entered a spacious bedroom with a view over the river and garden. A bunch of fresh red roses was specially placed on the table for her. Leonard stopped at the base of the bed, turned Irene to face, pulling her close to him. Her body shivered as their lips meet, and she allowed his hands to caress her body all over. His strong arms. ”“So I’ve heard,” he chuckled. He waved me off toward the showers and turned to talk to my dad.My next match was with a guy who’d suffered his first loss that morning to the same Rob that had trounced me in my first match. We sized each other up on the court, but I didn’t detect any antagonism. We’d both lost to the same guy, so it was like a race for second place between the two of us. The matches were getting longer as the competition got tougher. We played three games and were never more. I still found myself craving cock or tongue if I went more than a few hours without, but I started to believe that I could possibly manage to get at least three or four hours away from Emerald Lake before needing to find a cock-stop. The only questions left now were how to escape and where I could go.The latter question was answered for me when I overheard two doctors discussing their weekend plans. One told the other about how he was planning to spend it outside of Emerald Lake but couldn't. This guy was really laying it on thick. Dan had found this Dungeon Master on an online message board through their college student's association website. The post said he was experienced and offered a truly immersive and mature style of game play. It promised a campaign unlike any other, "The Ultimate Campaign" it said brazenly. There was also a warning of adult content. Dan just assumed he liked to run a dark and gritty campaign, no issues there. This was just what Dan was looking for. His.