“In fact, Mr. Derrickson, would you join me on stage so all the girls can get a look at you. I know some are nervous to have a boy on campus and int...uding on our feminine space.”I groaned as I stood up. This nervous ripple shot through me. I slid past Tania and a brunette girl. I reached the aisle and headed up it. The hundreds of girls all followed my progress, their heads tracking me. The beat of my heart increased with every step. I hurried along, my fingers flexing and relaxing. My palms. Now one put his hand on my stomach and began massaging it with his big hand in a circle. The other stood between my legs and held the hose. The massage of my stomach was pleasant and the conditioner was obviously good. I do not know how long I was lying and being washed like that. The two talked in Turkish, take a look at the running out of me water and then turned off the inlet. Well, halal meant the one while the other tube and spreader on me took out. They now filled the side-tub while. She wasn’t a dancer, even when she had been as young as them she’d refrained from it. Just not her thing, she’d always thought.After a moment or two she went to sip her wine again but found the glass empty. Glancing down she inspected the inside, suspiciously devoid of any fluid.Spinning in her stool she rested her arms on the counter, placing the glass down and beginning the age-old game of trying to catch the barman’s eye. She was patient, which was fortunate because she wasn’t very good at. This became the norm every time a new drink or snacks were delivered to a player at the table.The women were in the kitchen getting refills and Randi started the conversation.“My God, I am so horny and need to be fucked. I don’t even care which hole as I just want to feel filled with cum. I also want to try something new and take on two, maybe three, all at the same time.”Sophia looked at her and leaned in and kissed her.“Kitten, you know all you have to do is ask and Mike and he would have you.