This isn’t a date. You’re next on Amanda’s list. That’s all. Yes, I’ll accompany you to The Ball. Yes, we might talk and dance and I might b...uy you a drink or two. I’ll even smile when someone points a camera at us, but this isn’t a date and for all I care, we can separate when we get to The Union and not speak to each other all night. But you’re on this damn list, so I’ll do what Amanda’s promised you. At the end of the night, I’ll bring you back here and fuck you within an inch of your life.. Then a sensation hit my stomach. This was strange; it was almost like nausea (as humans liked to describe it). It was disorienting and it spread throughout my limbs. I quickly ordered a shot of whiskey in order to combat the alien sensation. Downing the shot, I followed up with a White Russian. Nursing it slowly, I took my place at a stool. I looked at all the young men that would wade out to the island of liquor. Like a watering hole, the bar was a place that at one point or another all. You say sorry and I carry on. I place my mouth around the head of your cock again, swirling my tongue around it, I then move over to kiss the side of your stomach as I move the waistbands of your pants and underwear down a little, then over to the other side where I do the same, you are more than happy to lift your hips up to help me.I then go back to licking and kissing the head of your cock, gradually moving your underwear down to expose your cock and balls. Still swirling my tongue around. "Oh yeah?" VJ replied a little out of breath. "You guys couldn't make me cum even if you tried."Elizabeth took this challenge to heart and she immediately stopped what she was doing and dared her to agree to a daisy chain. Hearing this term for the first time, the others seemed confused before Elizabeth went on to explain what it meant and how it worked. While the others looked at Victoria for direction, Liz baited her some more."What's the matter, chicken?" No! Of course not," Victoria huffed.