"I didn't. King did. If you want to thank someone, thank him." By this time King had padded back and was looking at the woman with deep sympathy showi...g in his eyes.The woman looked at the tiger and just managed to say, "Thank..." when she lost consciousness."Can ... Do you think ... Will they be able to save her, Mistress?" King asked. "I tried my very best..." King," Marty said softly, "you were utterly perfect! If anything happens to this woman it would only be because we didn't get here. Dev was massaging suntan lotion or oil of some kind into her body. He was nearly naked as well wearing a very small bathing suit that was really a sack to hold his jewels, and he was already oiled up. Dev’s muscles bulged and flexed with every motion he made. His six-pack abs reflected the sunlight and made them stand out. He was an Adonis bringing pleasure to Aphrodite.Dave noted that Dev had a hard on that kept threatening to escape the small sack he wore. He needn’t have worried. In that. But Jim, Ron, Don, and I would have occasional, informal masturbation parties. Often they were on Friday nights when we'd all come into my room (I shared it with Don) with whiskey, wine, beer, or other alcohol and start drinking. Sometimes those led to one or more of use taking out our cocks or stripping and masturbating. Ultimately, it led to parties where w all ended up naked or nearly so and masturbating together. I specifically recall all of us masturbating to a Blondie video "Heart of. "Hello?" He giggled as he handed Chris one "Beer? Earth to Chris?" "Shit i'm sorry, I was just distracted. Thinking about how I wished Kelly wore yoga pants more often." "Oh?" a smile slid across Kim's lips. "Yeah they just make a girl's ass look so amazing. Whoever invented them is a genius." "I will take that as a compliment I guess? Or should I yell at you for checking out my ass?" Kim teased. "No I mean... Shit I..." Chris stumbled over the awkwardness. "I am just giving you a hard time".