So there I was, sitting on that bar stool, sipping my 'virgin' drink whena man walked up and introduced himself as Ron and smiled and took my handas a...y gracious male would take a woman's hand in greeting. He was nearmy age, shorter than me, but at this point, it did not matter. He sat onthe next stool and we talked, and talked. It felt so nice and casual evenwhen his hand touched my leg just above the exposed knee, it felt so verynice. I was in 7th heaven for the hour we talked and talked.It. "I'm hungry. Maybe after we eat." She smirked, grabbing a slice of pizza from the box."But why would you even..." Mark was unable to finish the question, when Bridget broke in."Because I don't like to play games, Mark." The was that she pronounced his name brought another throb of blood in his already semi-erect cock. "I don't like to string guys along, for free meals like half the bitches in this dorm. You're cute, and I want to get to know you better."She paused, taking a huge bite of her. She was shameless about being on display. She had no choice but to be splayed open like she was but it appeared she might actually enjoy what was happening to her as the brutal man invaded her most intimate body parts. A chill ran down Daenary’s spine as she imagined Offa touching her the same way.Instead, Offa wiped the cunt juices on Euron’s face. Euron happily licked them clean while Melisandre pleaded for the first time to be allowed to clean Offa’s hands.Euron’s face indicated he did not. I was glad that he had put Jodie in her place, but now that we were ‘out’ it could get complicated. I asked if he wanted to come in for a few minutes and at least see what my cake looked like, but he said he had to get home. He pulled me in for a kiss and squeezed my breast through my blouse. My breath was gone when he released me. “You better button that up before your mother sees you,” he said with a grin. I laughed and buttoned my blouse back up to ‘school standards.’ When I stepped out of.