I look down and yep..still hard. I look up and the gentleman is staring directly at me. I slide out of the booth and move to the table directly in f...ont of him. I "accidently" spill my coffee all over the table. The waitress runs over and begins to gather the tablecloth and says she will get me a new one right away. I tell the waitress not to bother. I don't need one. The moment the waitress is gone, I spread my legs apart. I look up and the gentleman is still watching me. I take his. You remind me of a girl I once knew.”“You’re much too kind. You must drive the women crazy with your good looks.”“Not really. I do like women though.”Stanley thought the comment was funny. The only reason he drove people crazy was that he drank blood for a living. People were mostly terrified of him. It was only that he could control their minds and make them forget when he drained them of their blood. Sometimes he’d go for the kill but usually would just snack on them. Drinking blood was. Then a video started playing, it was of Luke fucking me. After in ended Oliver said, “I always thought that you’d be a good fuck Emily, I’m looking forward to the first and many more times as well.”I tried to imaging Oliver fucking me and I got an image in my mind of Will fucking my butt.More photos, then more photos and the odd little video. Then, the one that one of the guys had sent to Jack and Oliver that I wasn’t sure if I was happy about. It was the video of me on my bed getting taken by. ‘Now that you’re past worrying anyway.’ ‘I didn’t come in here for that,’ Em professed with a laugh. ‘I just wanted to get cool and clean.’ ‘Good idea,’ John agreed. He hugged her tightly as they floated in the gentle surf. He kissed her neck and his one hand teased a distended nipple. ‘Don’t you ever get enough,’ Em complained but with a snicker. ‘Not of you, babe,’ John proclaimed. ‘You know, they’re feeling different I think,’ Em said. ‘What?’ ‘My nipples, they seemed to be more sensitive,’.