I admit that I stole a glance or two at Tiffany during class. I'mpretty sure that I saw a film of cold sweat on Mr. Chaucer's upper lipas he describe... the upcoming semester. And stole his own glances everytime Tiffany crossed and uncrossed those amazing legs.After class, I heard one of the girls (I think it was a girl) say toher coven member, "That one's a Pink-Sider, no doubt about it."Huh?What was a Pink-Sider?And why did that person think Tiffany was one?At the end of that first school. Just some clear fluid, mixed with her mom’s saliva was still dribbling out of my cock. Theresa pointed my dick toward her. Her soft gentle tongue lapped up a single pearl-size drop. I watched her tongue curl up, and retreat back into that cute little mouth. She showed no repulsion as I watched her swallow the taste. Her white teeth shown in a proud smile as she looked over to her mom for approval. She beamed like a kid who had just rode her bike without falling for the first time. It. She presses a penis gag deep into hismouth and straps it in tight. She laughs, ?Isn't that just perfect for a slutlike you.? He realizes that he is completely bound with no room for movement,now no way to call out, no way to escape. Raven drags her nails slowly downhis back, digging them in hard, reading his thoughts she says, ?Besides slut,I don't want you stopping us before we get our fill.? Theimplication was not lost on him. His night was long from over. The Meeting part III: Raven and. “Yep, good people too. We do a lot of VIP details in here Miami. Visiting celebrities, foreign nationals, and so on,” she confirmed.“I want to hire your firm. I want at least two men, around the clock, on the elevators to the penthouses. I’m more worried about them getting to you and Chris than I am about me at the moment, I have that uniformed goon on the door. I want someone on Chris whenever you aren’t around as well.”“I don’t need a damned babysitter, Doug, and I can damn well afford to.