‘What did you just put in my body.’His hand on her shoulder, softly he stroke up and down, it was quite soothing actually. Her back was still swea...y from her backpack and her muscles were somewhat stiff and started to ache, yet his touch seemed to relax her, to relax her muscles.‘Don’t worry.’ He said. ‘You’ve walked a long way to get here, you’re tired, it’s okay to be tired and to need a rest.’She nodded. It made sense she needed to rest for a while. She yawned and wanted to sit down on a. I sat up immediately, just in time for him to plunge his entire slobbering mouth between my legs. I grabbed his giant head, pushing him away. Well, I tried to push him away. When I made an attempt to stand, he bared his teeth and growled... the kind of growl that sends a cold chill thru your body. I was suddenly frightened out of my mind, and in my own living room!I sat very still as he continued sniffing between my legs. I was sure he was going to lock his big jaws on the flesh of my thighs. We only danced the slow numbers and they molded their bodies to mine making sure to press their breasts into my chest and keep as little space as possible between our groins. With an erection, I tried to keep my distance but they closed the gap and pressed their crotch right up against my rod. The movements of the dance were exaggerated by the girls to the point that they were literally dry-humping with me.As the dance progressed I caught sight of the football team captain and two of his. As the flash lit up the room, I caught sight of Mr. Purple Pants' faceand realized that I've met guys who work for him before. He walked overto the bag and picked it up. "Tape recorder, huh? Which paper do youwork for, sweetie?"I didn't answer his question. Instead, I asked, "You sent a couple guysaround last night to steal comic books, didn't you?"He laughed, much like I expected he would. "Somebody's pretty good atwhat she does."I hoped the two guys with the guns hadn't moved. I shot weblines.