He was minoring in physical education, he figured that could be a good back up plan and it looked good on a resume. He was a jack of all trades really, a bit good at anything he tried. He was average looking, a shade under six foot tall, 190 pounds, brown hair he kept in a medium fade (his hair was thick and course, not allowing for anything much longer) and his eyes were a hazel color. He prefered to wear what he was wearing today, all-terrain New Balance shoes, khaki cargo pants, a gray v-neck shirt under a navy blue half zip sweater. One would say he was unremarkable. His father was an Army man, hauling he and his mother around the nation every three years, it hadn’t allowed them to put any roots down, which had caused Roland Jackson to not become close to anyone other than his parents. His father had died just last year in Afghanistan, which had been hard. He made sure to call his mother every day he was gone since. It helped them both, as his father had instilled in him to be a man since as long as he could remember. It was the duty of a man. Nowadays there was so much about equality, yet there would always be roles to play. Roland had learned some from his father, some from his mother, and others on his own. He’d learned that women were a treasure. They came in all shapes and sizes, all kinds of personalities and temperments. He was not a player by any means, his father had taught him about honor, that being a man meant owning up. Roland was either honest with the women in his life about not being exclusive, or he broke it off with the woman he was with if he felt the need to try something different. Sometimes it went better than others, again, he’d learned. He picked up his buzzing phone and looked at the text that had come in. Roland didn’t recognize the number, so he hit his sleep button and went to put it down. Before he could though it buzzed again. “What the hell?” he said under his breath, looking at the phone with perplexity, again going to set it down on the table again, again feeling it buzz as he did so. The guys were getting dressed to leave, Cal and Joe went to her room to shower but they had received a call that Joe’s mom needed him, so they were gone in fifteen minutes. I followed, keeping a good pace but trying to seem as calm and confident as I could. We had all battled Zizthithana's minions before, but tonight was different. “Not necessarily.” She raised a finger. “Isn’t that the perks of having rich parents?” I ask. Jo crawled up behind Abby and began eating her well fucked pussy and her ass. I finished my manscaping, stepped into the shower and felt the now hot water running over my shoulders and down my back. Even the normally obedient and submissive Chloe ended up with a couple whaps indian to the head after picking at the wrapping paper. "I'll do his shoulders." He couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling back there. First you say the rights words to ‘load’ the spell. Then again, and again. How are you feeling?” There was a woman’s whisper in my ear. “Ooh, rip out of her asshole so I can enjoy her!” Dona moaned, licking her lips. “Yeah, of course I can, I just need to take it slow so that I can get used to walking with my butt hurting.” I replied. Jim asked, pointing down at his now-flaccid, slimy-looking penis. ‘A girl then?’