I’m 22 and I’ve never felt love. How pathetic. But I’m hoping tonight will be the beginning of a new chapter in my life.“Hey, are you Dana?”...says a gravelly voice behind me. I turn on my bar stool and my eyes widen at the figure in front of me. He is slightly muscular with bright blue eyes and blond curly hair, my favourite. “Yeah that’s me!” I say as I blush a little, hoping that it’s dark enough in the bar for him not to notice. He orders a whiskey sour as we talk about our careers, our. I reached for his cock and found that it was sticking up hard from his robe under the paper, where I couldn't see it. He took my hand from his silky hard cock. "Uh, uh, uh," he said, and returned to his reading. After that I found a lot of excuses to lean forward and take a peek.After a good long buzz that brought me right to the very brink of orgasm, he turned it off again and reached over to slide his hand into those evil little panties. I tried to thrust my clit against his hand but he. As she was going upstairs, I proceeded to grab a pair of shorts and a shirt from the laundry, hoping to hide any evidence of our earlier tryst.I sat at the foot of the stairs listening for any indication something might be happening, but nothing was. That was when the fear began to set in. I was afraid M had awakened earlier and new exactly what had been going on earlier. But to my surprise, in a few moments I began to hear that tell-tell sign that M was on the verge of an orgasm, due to the. "They ... are over by the shore of the lake waiting for us." How many slavers and how many captives?" Four of us and a gross of them." You do know that if I you are lying to me that the little old grandma over there will carve you up and I bet that she can keep you alive for a long time. Are you sure that you have your information correct or is grandma going to have to practice her mule skinning on you?" Five." He nearly shouted, "Five of them." Better. Now roll over and put your hands behind.