"Rory looked down at her outfit and laughed. "I wasn't expecting company after all and I'll have you know these are near and dear to my heart. However..." she opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a double handful of clothes, "I'm sure there's a t-shirt or something like that you can sleep in."Paris looked through the offered clothing. She grinned and held up a nearly sheer short nightie that fastened with only a couple of ties across the front. "T-shirt huh? Is this what you call comfortable. It's fucking bullshit either way.Actually the truth is that after three consecutive lonely Valentine's Day's I can say for sure it's better to feel guilty and get pussy than it is to be alone. That's what was going to happen if I didn't do something different this year. I know what I should have done; I should have gone to the bar, found me a pretty lady, told her a beautiful lie and taken her to bed. The reality is that on Valentines Day a single girl at a bar is a sitting duck. The only. I started sucking on the dick in my mouth running my tongue on his balls when he shoved his cock down my throat. He promptly emptied his load in my mouth. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the couch and forced me to kneel on it with my head hanging over the back. A dick was pushed into my mouth and he grabbed my hair with both hands and started facefucking me, and then someone mounted me and started fucking me hard. I was kept in that position while every guy there took turns on my. After a long, boring class, she kept clock watching and not really paying any attention. The young woman fled the building after class and went back to her dorm. It was a late class and she was running late for the potential fight. When she walked into the building her heart was racing; she knew what was coming. She slowly opened the door, seeing the young girl sitting on her bed looking up at her. "It's time to meet your maker," said Elisabeth. "Or it's yours," hissed Scarlett who walked over.