Paul moved away from the tables, still watching for other signs of strangeness. He saw several, though they were of people he knew, or at least recogn...zed, dressed or acting in an odd manor. Like the popular sorority girl who'd cut her hair short and was dressing mostly in black, or the campus slut who was now covering herself up, looking as though she were afraid to show any skin. And who knew how many other exchanges he'd seen and not even noticed. For a long moment, Paul shuddered in fear,. “Then you know what I’m feeling right now.” she asked.“Yes, I do.” I responded.She took another long sip on the wine, like maybe she was trying to summon up the courage for something. I was hoping, she was about ready to go back down the hall. Unfortunately, I was wrong, dead wrong.“Brian, could I asked you something personal?” she asked.“I ... uh ... I don’t know Paige, I mean...” I started.“Look I promise it will never leave this room.” she interrupted.“I guess so.” I answered.“Would you go. In the King's bed chamber another ritual was being played out as Ingrid straddled the fat thighs of the fat King and impaled herself on his fat cock. She wriggled and shimmied and let herself down to swallow up the stiff black penis into her wet pussy, a pussy that was still wet from the copious amount of spunk that the King had sent her off to sleep with the night before. He was insatiable and for the past couple of months had whenever a gap had appeared in his busy schedule had summonsed her. As she placed the collar around her throat, she felt herself getting wet in earnest. For some reason ever since the first time Master had put his collar on her she had had the same reaction and Master knew it and made her wear her collar at home often. She smiled at herself in the mirror and attached the leash to the collar and went into the main room to wait for him. Instead she found another note, this time on the bed, My pet, regretably I will be late getting in. Please watch some tv or take.