It is great to finally meet you.’ ‘So look,’ she said. Her speech was a bit compressed, but I could easily understand her. ‘I have cerebral pa...sy. That’s what this is.’ She gestured at herself with one of her crutches. ‘Mostly my legs and my speech. And these are my magic wands.’ She waved her crutches, like a lobster waving her claws. ‘They make me invisible. People look at them and never see past them. If you’re not OK with that, let me know now. After all, we’re past the hard part. You know,. His throbbing hard-on, now free of it's confines, raged in front of me. It looked average in size, not incredibly large or thick, but just right for him. The slit in his knob glistened with precum and I could see the blue veins in his shaft clearly through his pale skin. His balls hung large and heavy beneath the base of his shaft, also covered in the red hair of his patch. I looked more closely and could actually see his dick throb, the head of his cock red and swollen. I looked up at Tim, his. Pamela reassured her that after the first night, it would no longer be a problem and that they would be able to sleep together after the club hours were drawn to a close.The rules of the club were quite simple. The weekend girls would serve the purpose of taking off the edge of sexual frustration from the sorority sister's steady boyfriends. They would be assigned private rooms on the top floor of the sorority house and would wait stark naked on top of the bed with their face hidden in pillow. "If it'd been too dowdy, I'd have told you so."Mark shook his head. "I recognize a lot of people," he said, "But there's some people here I'd never figure out in a month. Like, who's the hula girl with John Pacobel?"Kirsten and Jackie looked a couple of tables over, to where Pacobel was dressed like Little Lord Flauntleroy. "Must be his latest squeeze," Jackie said. "She's going to explode out of that top if she breathes too deep." She looks familiar," Kirsten agreed. "But, I can't put a name.