" So this is a recruiting campaign?" Not really, we can have a steak and a couple of beers. Then if you are bored, take off for a hippy joint." I gues... if you don't know any better, a college bar looks like a hippy joint. Okay Deacon I will show up for a steak and a beer. That is one beer."Eight P.M. found me at the frame building that housed the FVW. I explained to the gate keeper who I was and why I had showed up there. He called inside for Uncle Deacon. I knew Deacon was somewhere in the. For those of you who are familiar with us you know how this works, but since I see a few new faces in here I will go over how this works.’ As I look up I can see the face of the man who is addressing us… he must be the publicities director… He looks about 25ish… beautiful green eyes and bright red hair. As I catch myself staring he winks at me… no, it must be something in his eye. You see men don’t wink at me, they wink at my friends… but never at me. ‘… and now that we have gone over that. Just until she could feel the heat of my pussy! My body reacted to her subtle touches, perfume, and soft voice. She felt me tremble...and I knew she could feel my wetness growing.She then reached up and adjusted the bra straps. Her boldness really surprised me as she continued sliding her fingertips beneath the elastic and around my breasts. Her fingertips circled my nipples, feeling my nipples becoming erect, I looked into the mirror...watching my involuntary reactions to her touch. When my. The slut wasn’t even wearing any bra. A flimsy black thong was all that was underneath. I eyed my prize for the night and couldn’t believe my luck. She started touching herself. Her second mistake for the night.I took her hands and kept them above her head and slapped her boobs. “Who told you that you can touch yourself? You need permission for that slut. Do you understand”? I slapped her boobs again harder. I then gave a few slaps on her cheeks. “Sorry master…..” was all she could come up.