The cold, calculating stare on her eyes was hint enough that she was dead serious about whatever the question was. Ethan stood on his heels and stretc...ed. He felt his blood circulating more freely and flexed his arms and legs. The guard then made a sudden motion towards him that was only interrupted by Nicole's outstretched palm. The look on the Igbo guard told Ethan that he should stick to simply walking for the time being."What is the question?" Let's have dinner first, shall we? We need to. Her palm slides over her mound, the middle finger gliding between the neatly trimmed crease, her palm pressing against that tiny bud of pleasure while she slides into her opening, up to the first knuckle. She wiggled her finger, making a come hither motion and this brought another moan to her lips and a deep aching feeling between her legs. She pulled her hand back, dragging a slick finger up until she felt the hood slide back, exposing the tiny pink bud that lay within the moist folds of her. Not smart.” “Sorry, sir. I didn't know this had happened to anyone else. Sir.”“Rumor is, several former students who've graduated, have found a way to blackmail certain Freshman into being the Building Bitches, but no one knows for sure. But they are all hot. Which figures. And they all come from wealthy families, so I guess they have more to lose.”“Good guess... Sir. May I pull my shorts up and leave now, Sir?”“No. Just so you know, we both have girlfriends this year, so we don't have as much. She stated it would be nice to have the help with the bags of groceries and things she needed.So I got up, got dressed and went with Shelia to the store, or so I thought that was where we were going. Sheila was driving and as we left home she made a wrong turn to get into town. I asked her where we were headed. She said she had a little surprise for me and to just sit back and enjoy the ride.Little did I know what Shelia meant by "enjoy the ride," but I was soon to find out. Down the road she.