..”“Well, you’ve already said that you’ll dance with me. We can dance and wait at the same time.”“Aren’t you that pervert?”“No. We h...d that conversation. We decided that appreciating the sight of your luscious derriere is a normal male reaction, not a perversion.”“I’m not too sure about that.”“Did you have a male acquaintance who said he didn’t like the sight of your butt? Are you certain that he was telling the truth?”“It’s not like that. Oh!”•... *“I really liked dancing like that. I’m not. He smiles as he watches her pink folds opening for his touch, tiny droplets of her cream coating her inner flesh… ‘Gregg, please,’ she whispers… ‘please stop. I can’t…’ her speech trailing off to a whimper. All thought shatters as his tongue flattens against her, lapping along her inner flesh, his hands reaching under her uplifted derriere… fingers splaying out to squeeze her rounded bottom. He lifts her as his sweet mouth opens fully over her tenderness. His bottom lip tweaks over her rock. And now, the edict's laws fall upon your shoulders, for once one reaches the age of 18 they are thereby entered into the Fight, and all laws and rules apply. "Free game" if you will. As you flash your ID to the nearest guard the gates to Vision academy open, and as you pass the threshold, the words that will come to define your life blaze in the afternoon Sun, etched high above one of the clock towers, for all to see."Strength or Slavery." Excuse me, would you mind placing your ID once more. Well, there is a whole story behind this and I'm more than happy to share.May 1st, 2017: the next-to-last day of finals before the spring semester finished. My guy friend/then-more-than-friend (who is this fine white guy with a beard, a lotta body hair, and a nice cock) finished his last final, and I messaged him about it because we had talked about me coming over to his place a week prior. I had just finished setting up an interview for an internship (that I never ended up getting, oh well! it.