I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like there’s this connection or something.’ ‘So how is your research going?’ ‘Hell yes, your ass ...eels great, but I still don’t know how long those legs are.’ That made me smile. ‘We’ll see what we can do about that part later. Want to find out anything else?’ Where in the hell did I get the courage to ask him that? Oh yeah, too many Amaretto Sours. ‘Don’t put the offer on the table if you’re not willing to pay up.’ ‘Oh, I’m good for it.’ ‘I’ll bet you. "Holly felt a shiver of familiarity. The wonderful things John had said, that made her feel so safe and even cherished, were the rules of the Club.Holly wondered if she felt good about that, or more than a little used."Is there a list?" Holly asked."Yes," Marnie said. "Donatien will give you a copy of them if you are accepted." Donatien?" Holly asked.Marnie smiled."John's older brother," she said. She looked around and whispered, "His real name is Donald, but everyone calls him Donatien. It was. ”“I’d be down for that,” Wendy commented.“I’m not sure about that,” Sam replied.“Come on Sam,” urged Sherry. Sam hesitated, looked over at Soren, “Well, only if you guys are down for it.”“I’d be down for it,” Jon responded with a nod from Soren.The wrestlers:JonStats: male, 5’10”, 150 lbs., blond hair, blue eyesJon is an outgoing and fun-loving guy. He likes to run, bike, swim, and generally sports and outdoor activities. He used to be going out with Sherry until he broke it off because he. I grunted, back arching as the pressure built and built in my balls. My hands clenched as I loved those tits sliding up and down my dick.“That’s it, you naughty knight,” I groaned.“Not a knight.” She gave a wicked smile. “I’m a knave. A nasty, slutty, wicked knave. Mmm, don’t you just love my tits sliding on your dicks? Oooh, I bet my big titties are teasing you so much. Huh? Don’t you just want to explode all over my tits. You do, don’t you? Mmm, admit it.”“All over them,” he groaned. “I’ll.