<span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi Thompson</span><br/><br/>“Is there another University In Flushing?" I asked Xarces scathingly… most men had little life experience, straight from their sheltered farms to ‘freedom’ to a hungry girl’s maw… but Xarces didn’t have that excuse - like me, he was freeborn… or so I thought. I couldn’t ever recall him actually mentioning it…<br/><br/>All such considerations vanished from my mind, as he brushed my thigh and reassured me we’d do well. Not that I’d doubted it… and his look, deep into my eyes… I blushed, and glanced away. He really was extraordinarily attractive, and I was always<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>tempted to just slurp him down. But I knew several of the more popular vores had their eye on him too, and I didn’t want to damage my friendships - or my access to those circles - merely for the sake of a meal. Besides, he was<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>at his job, and I’d make use of that whilst I could, for as long as he lasted…