“More!” Gail pleaded, shaking with delight. “Oooooh, yessss! Give me more!”The shaking young teacher was spreading her thighs widely to receiv... the insistentcaresses of Jerry’s tongue. Her mind was whirling with passion, her fingers reachingout to press down on his head. His mustache was tickling her . . . rubbing andbrushing against her shivering pinkness until the passion-ridden young woman hadthe urge to laugh and squeal at the same time. This was a corner of lusty heavenshe had never. She was not there, but I heard water running, and then a door opened from her adjacent bathroom. Dr. Sara was drying her hands on a small towel as she approached me. “I’ve heard good things about you from Alex,” she said, “and I’m a bit jealous.” “No need for that,” I said confidently, “It’s only therapy.” “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Jameson; my sister said you have certain skills that surprised her and I want to avail myself of them,” she said, tossing the towel on her desk. “And that. )Jenny is the parties rogue, and a much needed part of the group, as she is the only who can find and disarm the traps that may lurk in the dungeon. Jenny is a halfling, like a human, but much shorter, standing only about three feet tall. She has long blond hair, in a topknot, a lithe body, and small breasts.(Jenny has to be careful, as her size evokes predators in all corners. But she also has some of the best chance to screw the others over, if she so chooses.)Kayla is the wizardress, and. That would escalate on her next dare turn, perhaps the following week, to spreading and flashing a male teacher when she was so garbed (or lacking garb.)Always concerned that the dare game not be halted by physical violence or authoritarian clamp-down, she and her fellow dare-devils allowed the dare-doer some leeway; for instance, a flash would be for just a second or two. Riskier dares would have an escape clause aspect, such as a plausible explanation at the ready to excuse whatever.