She is smoking HOT, my dick is getting hard just looking at her. I watched her for about 20 minutes and every guy that walked by was drooling all over... her. Several of them tried to pick her up as they were coming into the club. I could see that she was getting impatient and started to pace back in forth on the front sidewalk. The front of the club was pretty crowded, so it made it very easy for me to sneak up behind her without her seeing me. While I approached her I could smell the perfume. But Cynthia rarely even spoke to me. I never understood what had really caused this change in Cynthia. As to Carl, I avoided him like the plague. But Ursula maintained ties to both of them. She loved Cynthia, as she had never loved me. And, in another spin to our story, she now seemed to have become even more attached to Carl and his friends. The convolutions and spins were mind boggling and disorienting to me. It began simply enough. I was training to be Ursula’s Master. That is, she was. " You still owe me masturbation, you know," I teased her."No way, buster, what..."I pinched her nipples and felt her convulse."You bastard," she said with a grin. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?"She grinned while squeezing and tugging on her nipples; her pussy responded."I know we can't just fuck, but loosen your legs and I'll show you what we are going to do." She loosened up her legs and I pulled back until just my tip was in. I reached down and touched her clit lightly. She. A. received some attention with ribbing about who had danced with which Speedwell girl. I learned that Dale and Jarvis had favored dance partners from our sister school while Smitty and Craig had ventured to the other end of the auditorium to invite Forrester girls to dance. I listened to Jarvis tell about the lewd remarks he had made to one of the girls, and how her response had been encouraging. Craig tried to top Jarvis's claim, saying a Forrester girl had offered to suck his cock the next.