I am still staring you in the eyes and your nervous grin makes my heart beat faster. I will spend quite a bit of time stroking your legs. Your bare fl...sh is at my disposal and I want to touch it all, soak you up through the pads of my fingers, watching you squirm as I brush them against your inner thighs. The way you bite your lip as the goosebumps appear may make me want to abandon my teasing plans, but this can’t be rushed. Already I will be needing to taste your skin, to feel your calf on my. Anyway, the horsehair or whatever they made the satyr's costume out of had rubbed her tender ass-cheeks and inner thighs raw and she couldn't wait to get home and hop into a hot bath.Gallagher saw the sulky pouting expression on Tiffany's rather wan heart-shaped face and decided he knew exactly what she needed... A little jolt in the tookus."Let's see your tits, kid," he snarled. "C'mere." God, haven't you seen them enough," Tiffany protested sullenly, getting up nevertheless and going around. My name is Joe and the club was my idea. There are two other white guys in the club, Ron and Jim. And we have three black guys in our club, Jack, Jake, and Wilson. We have three girls in our club also, Heather, Cathy, and Sue. To be in the club you have to have at an eight inch cock or be a girl. We meet once every three months and set our "Target" and select teams. When we meet we also watch video of the teams hitting their targets. For instance-the last quarter we split up into teams of one. Camilla looked up at me from between my legs, her chin wet with my juices. “That was fun. Not quite like with Sven or Faendal, but neither of them have the courage to do what you’re doing, either. And you taste better than either of them.” She pulled her robe back on. “Good luck. Lucan and I will be waiting for you at the shop.”As I quickly redressed, I watched her walk back to town. She had a sway in her hips that had been missing before. I suspected that Lucan may have to wait a little longer.