"She will have to uncross those legs again in a while and then... oh, the view... I can't wait," thought Paul. He pretended to read his class notes lo...king up frequently as if he were committing them to memory. The air conditioning vent over the girl's head began to have a visible effect on her ample tits. Paul could see her nipples slowly hardening in the cool breeze. They appeared just a little higher on her breasts than he expected and were becoming hard buttons against the soft fabric of. “Another?” I asked, noticing that her glass was empty. “Hmmm, I’d love one!” she replied as she yawned, laid back and stretched against the overstuffed back of the seating, “I must be more tired than I thought! That last one went straight to my head!” “No problems.” I said, “I’m feeling okay but I’ll only having the one pint because I’m driving, otherwise I’ll be falling asleep too! It must be all the entertaining you’ve done this last week!” She gave me a knowing smirk and smiled as I went. The guys were muttering to themselves and soon of the 7, 6 were standing leaving only the guy who Mary spanked a second ago with her at the tables. The 6 of these guys make a wall and I could see nothing. These guys started talking to me (asking me things, distracting me, and making me take a LOT longer for my shot). I finally shot, sank one, then another, before missing. I moved to step back from the table and looked over and saw Mary and this guy. Her skirt was up, he was fingering her, and. It was far too long, he believed, since Yanna had had any real sexual contact with anyone other than another slave. As odd as the girl was sometimes, she at least deserved that.He snorted in amusement. "I'm getting as soft on my slaves as Roquan is with his," he muttered to himself with a wry smile.He again reached into his satchel and extracted the pouch, shaking off loose Disalla that was sticking to the outside, the flecks of gray-black dropping back into the satchel. There was no point in.