It took over a week for our stalking to have an effect on Wyson. One day after school, as we were walking toward the subway station, Wyson and three o...her boys of his same size range cut us off. Wyson said, "Why have you two been following me? I'm tired of it, and I want it stopped."They had ambushed us at the mouth of an alley; I guess that was where they had been hiding waiting for us to go by. Anyway, they were not too gentle as they pushed us into the alley and tried to look very. They had an obstacle course and she ran rather quickly, but what really caught my attention was, when she got to a high wall, she just started climbing up on it, like Spidey, but when she had to pick up a ball and throw it into a hoop, she suddenly opened her mouth and extended her seemingly endless tongue, grabbed the ball and threw it right into the hoop. I immediately started thinking about what else that tongue could do, but then I also realized her quirk was probably that of a frog.I. I grunt and jerk off fast, moaning as I watch Desire play with her tits for me, locking eyes with me through the glass. I feel like a prisoner, watching my woman play with herself to keep me sane while locked up, not being able to break through the glass and fuck her in front of everyone. I jerk my cock harder and tell them to show me more. With out asking for more money, the girls both stand up, and begin to undress each other. They take their time as the clothing slips off onto the floor and. I knew once they were back, Aedan and Zevran would be watching her obsessively.The elf was awake, but looked like hell. Her complexion looked sallow, her eyes sunken with dark, bruised circles underneath, and her skin looked almost translucent, the blue veins standing out starkly. Her hair hung listlessly, greasy clumps stuck to her sweaty forehead. She’d been unconscious only a few hours, but yet somehow she looked emaciated, like she’d lost twenty pounds she didn’t have to spare. She was.