" She said."I'll take it, and thank you." Paul said. When he performed his last examination that day, Paul hugged her and said his goodbyes. The next ...ay he had an interview with the Chief of Police, but at this point it was only a formality, he had worked at the police station when he had been back in college, and he knew Dan Ratherson. The man's head was completely bald, and he had a stocky build. The smile on his face was a welcome rarity, consider it was normally so grim and serious. Paul. This was their usual routine, and sinceit was Thursday they were both looking forward to tomorrow when they coulddo the same thing all weekend, without being interrupted by school.Devon lay in his bed that night with his mind quite active, for somereason he felt strange, and couldn't quite put his finger on what waswrong. He just felt funny.He woke up the next morning, feeling quite ill, and when he informed hismother, she decided it would be best if he stayed home from school.Disappointed,. The drink was good – a bit sweet but no shortage of alcohol in it and, in his cavalier fashion, he swallowed it in one gulp and put his hand out for another but the woman had moved on and was plying her drinks to the other guys. He made his way to the bathroom and as he was unzipping he got a crashing headache and dropped to the floor.Coming round he found himself up on the stage with the other guys, his hands manacled above his head to an overhead steel bar and his ankles spread wide apart. I am mesmerized by its eroticism, both of the act and naughtiness I feel watching them. Tuesdae moves between the woman's legs. She holds a feather in her right hand and softly moves it down the woman's body as her left hand glides over the woman's bare mound, so lightly it is barely a whisper. I can hear the woman gasp as she pulls taught on the restraints, her back arching again. "Please, Tuesdae," she begs. "Taste me, touch me. I want to feel you pleasure me." Tuesdae slowly moves to the.