He sighed in my ear, and let his tongue lightly caress the parted lips of my mouth. He stole my breath, then handed it back to me.His gentle fingers p...layed over my skin, making it sing. He had me arching against him as he let his fingers splay outward from my breasts or from my belly.Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or. She didn’t want them drinking too much whenthey had to drive. Neither did she want them drinkingso much that they couldn’t perform what she had in mindfor them to perform.Jacques, who seemed to be their leader, readily agreed.He was the best looking of the lot. There was an air ofarrogance about him. Yet, in his deep, dark eyes Nicolettecould see a desperate hunger. He was hers for thetaking, she knew. Just then he had popped a boner inhis shorts. To make sure the lads fully. I had carved out a rathercasual high school career as a punter and place kicker. It didn't takeextensive workouts for me to be competent in this role, and being onthe varsity squad came with a healthy share of the perks.Rick Jackson and Gavin Smith were good friends. Rick, called 'the Ram'by many, was a tall, stocky first-string middle linebacker with areputation for delivering solid hits. Rick wasn't much of a scholar,but he had an affinity for engines. If he didn't get an athleticscollege. If he got out of this mess, he vowed he would sell up and then sign up again. * Laying on her naked front, her leg pulled out behind her where it was attached by the chain to the bed, the Polish girl swiped the leather cuff and straps out towards the leg of the table now a few feet away. She had joined the four pieces together after un-strapping them from the four corners of the bed. Last night they had held her still for his assault on her body, today they were going to help her escape. Out.