It was the nicest dress I owned. The lights were low, the tables were candlelit and even the murmured conversations of the patrons emanated comfort an... privilege. I spotted her across the room and she gave me a wave from a spangled arm. She sat at a table for two in a little niche in a stone wall towards the back. She had on a black body dress, blue eye-shadow, golden hoop earrings and pumps that screamed “Fuck me”. Her full black hair fell to the other side of her exposed shoulder, pale and. “Alex just how did you kill those bison? But you could only hurt, not kill the Hyenas.” Malta asked.“Malta we wounded the Hyenas on purpose, the pack just wanted something to eat so we gave them what they wanted, something to eat. Those Hyenas that were alive, and unharmed, had no trouble eating those that were wounded. As well as killing those who were injured even though they use to be their friends, or family. So they got something to eat, while we loaded up what we came for, and made then. “That was in your mouth. What's it taste like?” “Oh, it's delicious! You don't want to waste this stuff, honey.” Lowering her head, she gathered up the escaping stream with her lips, gathering it on her tongue and showed it to her eager student before swallowing it down. Contemplating the taste, she tried her best to describe it. “It's sort of salty, warm ...umm … It just tastes really sexy to me. Like a sexy cock. It also helps to lubricate things, like when you're fucking, it can help make. So being a perfect gentleman I said why not so we settled on group study at my place on Saturday’s bcoz it was the only feasible day of the week where we could relax and study for hours without any disturbance. So she started coming to my place the very next week. Then on we started studying regularly. It so happened that one day she came to my house around 2 pm and we studied till 6.30 and she had left but since I stay in Bandra and she has her house at kharghar it’s a long ride back home for.