A black limousine waited immediately outside the street door. I knew immediately that it was for me, even before the door opened almost magically for ...me.I peered inside nervously, but it was empty, a luxurious space of cream leather isolated from the outside world by tinted glass. The chauffeur was only dimly visible through the dark glass. He waited with infinite patience while I found the courage to step inside and take a seat, then the door closed gently by itself, and the sounds of the. Everyone was confused about what to do next. The guys tried to persuade us to continue further but none of the girls dared to proceed any further. One guy then suggested that we play truth or dare. All this while, we had been consuming a lot of alcohol. The truth or dare game resulted in ever more quantities of alcohol entering our system. The harmless questions gave way to more risque ones. Then , I got the question "do you masturbate" to which I answered "yes". When the other girls were asked. Stephen had cleared the Penis Pal thing with his girlfriend. Katrina Jones was indeed very open about these things but also her field trip had been extended by another four weeks or more and she didn’t want his big cock falling off from lack of use. Her only stipulation was that she gets it all back when she returned. Stephen laughed and happily agreed. He then decided not to wait a few days to think about it but phoned Latoya straight away. Now he was happily striding off towards the gymnasium. Melanie sat next to my girlfriend, and the fucker Grant took a seat next to me. He wasn't what I expected from Jessica's description of the horse-hung stud. Instead of big and buff, he was kind of lanky, though really tall. He had a bad smell, like body odor and cigarettes, but with a skank like Melanie, I shouldn't have expected James Bond in a suit. Across the table, I watched Melanie give a wink to Jessica, as if to say, "Did you check out the bulge?"Instinctively, I shot a quick glance to.