"You see," the Dock Master, whose name was Timothy, said as he took the small umbrella out of his drink, "the whole place is falling apart."Kine sat a...ross from him in the booth, nursing a beer. It had a nutty flavor he hadn't tasted in awhile, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. The same went for this bar, and his companion, nutty flavor and all. He was surrounded by the tackiest decorations he'd ever seen, a collection of bright colors and fake plants that give the place the look of .... Looking about, Lonna's eyes locked on a small vase, standing on apedestal. More importantly, she locked eyes on the shadow cast by thatpedestal, and darted toward it. Wedging herself into the corner,between hallway and vase, she focused on draining all light from thearea, until the spot was all but pitch black. Then, she bent the lightaround herself, making herself invisible - at the cost of not beingable to see, for the duration.With a double layer of protection, all she had to do was wait. "I hope you've been doing that homework I set you, Louise... Show me how you've been touching yourself..."Softly gasping for breath, her hands slide down to expose her bud-like clitoris, which she lightly begins to circle over with the pad of her finger. Then as she starts to fondle her breasts and pinches at one of her nipples, the sound of her breathing, already laboured, becomes heavier. "Like this... Slowly while thinking about you... Stroking my breasts..." Mm, I'm happy to hear that.... His face was expressionless. The black leather belt yielded easily enough, but Kerrigan fumbled with the button on his slacks. When it finally gave way, the zipper seemed to open of its own accord. Gulping in apprehension, Kerrigan gently folded back the wool of Jonathon’s slacks. Beneath, he wore white boxer shorts. Yet they did nothing cover Jonathon’s already quivering manhood, the pink flesh beginning to emerge from the opening in the front. Licking her lips, Kerrigan hesitated for just a.