Bill and I had worked together a lot during August as the Saints' season wound down, but it had been work sessions broken up by road trips and hampere... by distractions. I had been trying to follow Bill's instructions while remaining loyal (and available) to the ball club. It had only been Carlos Ortega's steadfast cooperation that had made my working with Bowman even practicable.Now, however, while I remained technically under contract with the St. Paul Saints, that minor league entity was. Lisa lay across the bed. She smiled as I stripped slowly out of my suit. Jacket. Shoes. Socks. Tie. Shirt. Shorts. I was pretty fit then. It was probably a decent show. I stretched my naked body over her, dragging first my lips, then my fingers, then my cock over the smooth satin of her dress and the firm flesh underneath. I held her to me, recovering the feeling of the dance floor.After an unknown number of minutes of necking and fondling, I fed my pre-cum covered cock to Lisa as I stood. Hari had the first mover advantage thought the other guys. Myra was carzy about Salman Khan and had a steady boyfriend whom she planned to marry. Hari struck her name of the list , she would be too difficult to ensnare.Next was Sheila, she was under 30 , married for a few years still in love with her husband. Again she seemed impossible to ensnare. She was a hot looking voluptuous babe .Lunch over they headed back to class. Some more videos and games later it was time for tea break. Hari ambled. His body had a small scare left on his chest. His nipples were a dark brown, with wash board abbs. He had on white martial arts pants, with no shoes. I sniffed him...bleek he reeked. I tapped him with my paw. His eyes fluttered open. His hazel green eyes looked over to me.“What the...”“Ooops” I changed back and smiled at him.“I need… B-blood...”Is all he said before closing his eyes half way.“Gotcha”I ran back to the deer I just got through hunting and dragged it back over to him, and held it.