”Cassie looked around the room, searching for another table, but every other girl there made it a point to look elsewhere, effectively turning their...backs on her. The room felt ten degrees cooler, somehow. She wanted to cry. How could things have gone so wrong so quickly? All she did was sit at an empty table! She looked at the two girls sitting with her. Her new friends, it seemed.“My name is Cassandra Andrews.” She looked from one to the other, waiting for introductions, but they never came.. "Oh god," she moaned. "Take that pussy. Mmmm...oh fuck. Take that little cunt." Hearing her sent me into a small tizzy. No one I'd been with previously was so apt to sound so dirty. I reached under her back and knelt back, scooping her up to me. She wrapped one arm around my neck and the other she ran over her own tits, up her neck, and into her own hair. He mouth was open as though she wanted to speak but all words had left her and her eyes were shut tight, giving a look that almost looked. I don’t know why, but his desperation seemed to mock mine, and I snapped very suddenly, ‘You people aren’t even -listening-, are you?’ Every head turned to me, even Dawn’s. My breath caught in my throat as her soft, surprised eyes met mine and she set down her pen. ‘No!’ Andrew said, ‘We’re listening! Emerson, right? Emerson.’ ‘You’re not listening!’ I said. ‘You’re watching the cheerleaders bounce,’ and the whole class giggled and Andrew turned bright red and stared at his notebook and I felt. He lets me in. Mitch has a dynamite game room. Very large flat screen TV, a good sound system and very comfortable chairs and recliners for watching the TV. He also a small dance are with a pole in the center. Walking to the game room I can hear strip bar music and a couple of guys giving out cat calls. Yea bitch shake them fat big titties and bounce your fat ass bitch were some of the cat calls. I was hoping to see Karen shaken her tits and ass in front of the two black men but it was a black.