.she is mine. My hand finds her breast. Her nipple is hard, and I let my fingers rub it slowly, still afraid to wake her. Her body is so warm and soft... and I can hear her heart beating. I kiss her other nipple and let my tongue play gently with it. It gets harder and she starts breathing harder, yet still asleep. My left hand is slowly finding its way down her body to her belly, her hips, her thighs...her vagina. She sighs as my fingers touches her labia and finds their way in to her. She is so. Jizz dripping down her face, she gulped down the rest with hungry need.“Slata's hairy cunt,” a guard on her other side groaned, jerking his cock hard. His dick exploded. Cum splashed on the mage's face, two powerful bursts, before she could whip her head around and suck on it.“Fuck, I want her cunt,” a third guard said. He moved around behind her, grabbing her hips. “Cum on, slut, you know you want it.”The mage moaned as her hips were raised. And then she shivered as the guard thrust into her. After another five minutes I decided that she could handle herself for the rest of this half-hour, so I went behind the bar to give them a hand. Both sides of the 'house had nearly filled to capacity, so the bartenders were being run off their feet, and an extra pair of hands would be useful.I saw Julie move back to the men's side when her half-hour was up, and she was immediately on the move, as another biker gang had just shown up, and they were thirsty. This was certainly turning into a. ”“You do?”“Sure,” he said. “A woman has many different sides to her. This, I take it, is your Amish side.”“It’s not Amish, Claude. Besides, the Amish wear black.”“How about Colonial?”“You’re getting closer.”“Well, if you keep me guessing any more, we’ll be late for the slam.”She hated the awkward silence that accompanied their walk from the cafeteria to the faculty parking lot.“I like your car,” he said. “What is it? A Lexus?”“Yes. It’s actually my husband’s.”“You mean you’re married?”“In a.