"Does my answer even matter?" Spencer's tone indicated that he already knew the answer. Fortunately, he didn't sound annoyed."Absolutely not."He made ... hand gesture that Sam interpreted as approval. Approval, and permission to raid his fridge. Granted, it took some creativity for that second interpretation, but she was notoriously creative when it came to meat. Spencer must've noticed her staring, seeing how he wisely moved out of the direct line between her and her objective. Moments later,. Abs. Looked kinda stupid. Totally Emily’s taste in guys. And “Eric”. A bit older than I was expecting. But I could see why Shelly chose him. He was ripped. I mean he was RIPPED. Great smile. A little more tan than I would have liked. A large tattoo on his chest and a couple on his arms. Silvery five o’clock shadow that betrayed the dark brown “Just For Men” he’d obviously been using on his shoulder-length hair. Total bad-boy look. Apparently he had been a “pro” wrestler on the independent. Probably dented her car or something."It's this guy I'm with. I met him last night at a club and got a ride back to his house. I fucked him, but then afterwards he started doing some strange shit that I wasn't into. When I told him I wanted to go home, he slammed me against a wall. I finally got him calmed down by getting him drunk and he passed out on top of me as I was getting him to bed. It was only this morning that I could crawl out from under him and call you. I need you to come pick me. I was helped up and laid back onto the bench on my back and the women began lining up. The first two argued a bit over who would get to sit on my face or cock, and I noticed several women with dildos and strapons, after at least an hour I had either eaten or been fucked in so many ways by every one there. More than a few women stood over my face and used my open mouth giving me their pussy to eat after being filled with cum, and nearly all gave me the honor of eating out their assholes. I loved.