It was Morgan’s turn to blush, and he didn’t disappoint. Oh, how the tables had turned. Despite shared knowledge spoken of my need to sleep, neith...r of us made the effort to leave. The air around us had started to fall cold enough to light a small fire. It took the edge off and warmed our legs.A short while after lighting the fire, Morgan stood up and disappeared into the trees behind me. I figured he went to collect another piece of wood, until he reappeared with a black hooded jumper in his. The kids looked around at the redwood benches and the heater, filled with rocks, in the corner."Do they have one for the men and another for the women?" Sally asked."No," Brad said, "Everyone uses this one. Sometimes, after the club is closed, we get to use it all by ourselves."Brad bumped into his brother and quietly said, "That's when it's the best."Lisa heard her brother and gave him a dirty look. Sally noticed her strange stare, but let it go.After looking over the facilities, Jack said,. You’ll do that, won’t you, Sarah? You’ll swallow all of his man cream for me, won’t you?”Sarah nodded again as even more of him filled her throat. But then she gagged--twice.“C’mon slut,” Carol snarled, “he’s big, but not that big!”“Yes, Mistress ... I can do it! I can do it!”Paul stifled a laugh as he was reminded of a favorite childhood book—The Little Train That Could and related it to Sarah’s effort to deep throat him. He decided to help her out.“Sarah, if you don’t mind a little. So Jasmine headed to her favourite club on a mission. To turn at least one, maybe more, young college girls tonight. She had turned many girls at this club and seldom left the club alone. And hating to lose, she was a woman with a mission.Jasmine loved them young, and this club was usually full of them. It was a hard-core dance club with cheap drinks, and thus perfect for poor college students.Jasmine wasn't even done her first drink when she saw her first potential turn. On the dance floor was.