I say popped because as soon as his jeans were below his head, it sprung up straight as could be. Apparently he was turned on and hard as could be. I ...miled inwardly as I noted that he was about average while I was a couple of inches larger. Of course David was only about 5-5 tall so it was about right to his height. Cindy called him over so she could see it closer. He came right over next to us and she reached her hand out right away and took hold of it. I was so turned on I had to slow down. Sexually much more sensitive. She could feel every bounce of her small breasts made as she walked back to the dorm. Her swollen nipples were so hard they hurt. Every time they slipped against the fabric of her shirt it sent jabs of pleasure/pain to her clit. Her wet sex was driving her crazy as well. She could feel her drenched labia as they slid against each other with every step. The sticky juices were drying as they ran down each her legs making it necessary to walk slightly bowlegged. It. I started walking towards her and her reflection and had just gotten my hand on her arm as the elevator opened and two middle aged men started to step out dragging their luggage behind them. ‘Sorry,’ I apologized. ‘She’s a little drunk.’ ‘Ice?’ she offered as she held out the brown bucket of ice. ‘No, thanks. Offering anything else?’ one of the old men sneered. ‘No, she’s not! She’s going back to OUR room with me, right now.’ I jerked her arm and pulled her down the hallway. I couldn’t wait to. ' Can you say that for me now?”“Code red,” I repeated, shivering. He called me a good girl and put the bit in my mouth. “If for whatever reason you can’t speak, snap your fingers rapidly or clap your hands rapidly. I realize you can’t clap right now but snap your fingers for me, doll.” I snapped them once. By this time one of the boys was playing with my soaking wet pussy thru my panties while another was rubbing my smallish but firm b-cup breasts. One was lovingly stroking my thick red.