Our producer, and tyrannical leader of the school’s AV Club. Four feet and ten inches of undiluted, badass motherfucker. No makeup (“Fuck that, do...you realize how long it takes to put on makeup? I’m adding years onto my lifespan!”), neon blue hair in a high-pony, size 5 steel-toed boots, and razor-sharp glasses. I guess I sort of had a crush on her for a while. Not sure if it was because I was still really insecure around women back then and her super aggressive personality kind of thrilled me,. I could not resist licking the base of his shaft.“Not so fast, keep going up”, Adrian instructed me.I resumed licking the beer from Adrian flat stomach up to his chest, stopping only a moment to stick my tongue into his belly button.I licked his neck up to his chin, now I was face to face with the Prince.He had a scowl on his face, he was looking at me with that air of superiority on his face, typical of a Prince who looks down to his lowly servants.He was so sexy.“Open your mouth bitch”. I. Sumter moaned, both from Mandy's finger tickling a trail over his raphe line and from the heat of the warming massage oil. Mandy knew just how to tease him and it was working. Up and down with her fingertip, she ran it along that tender line God had provided him. The heat from her fingertip combined well with the warming massage oil. Little by little, Mandy covered his whole erection with the oil and made it shine using only her fingertip. She was readying it for her whole hand. Sumter was. "It was at that moment." Washu narrated. "That I realized my moment had arrived!" Have you ever considered building one from scratch?" A voice, a young one. Asked from the shadows.Prompting the large man to look up and around."Who's there?" Came the obligatory response."Lots of the local bulk ships use ion rams in their drive coils." The young Washu remaining unseen reasoned. Figuring it in in her best interest to make her case before the big reveal."Those don't collimate at a high enough.