"Here it is--sorry--Geez--"The monster glowered at her. Seizing the ancient parchment between two hairy digits, Gortikar squinted at the inscription....Okay, you promised. That's the ring, so we want ourselves returned to normal."The demon burned inside as we chattered about our rights, the oath and other senseless trivia."Silence, slaves," he commanded with a bellicose authority. "This is not the ring. The Captor was found at Number 91, 18th Street--is this not correct? He cannot have. Wake up get dressed room service is on its way we check out today had you forgotten now hurry up.Ok, I answered anyway what are you doing here..?Replying my aunt said/.I was alerted by the room service maid who happened to hear shouting from your room when she looked in you were writhing on the bed shouting so she alerted me. You must have been having a bad dream. I headed for the toilet remembering a little of the dream I instinctively checked my cock balls, well still there I thought what a. I was off the next few days and had no plans. I hadn’t heard from Monica since she left my place on Thursday, so who knows what was going through her young eighteen-year-old mind. It had been fun for me and I had definitely worn my dick out the last few days getting myself off thinking about what it would be like to do the young petite cutie. I wasn’t a big guy at five foot eight inches tall and about 160 pounds, but I was in shape. As I laid in bed the last couple of nights I could see myself. The last thing I wanted was for someone to watch as I cried if this was not an acceptance letter. With a deep breath I unfolded the page. It said, "Dear Mr. Healey, On behalf of the staff and community at NYU We are pleased to inform you of your acceptance to the ..." "HOLY SHIT!", I screamed at the top of my lungs. I let out a large whoop and ran straight to my car dropping the rest of the mail on the front porch. I had to tell my parents right away, my mom would be so happy. My parents owned.