<span style="font-weight: bold"> Clif </span><br/><br/><br/>Having tugged with all his might Clif is surprised to find himself jostled back into place. The girl's grip on his shoulder was far too strong, and the moment she suspected he was about to make a break for it Clif finds her powerful arms wrapping around him and pulling him in close against her naked and not unattractive body. The innuendo slips by unnoticed, though despite this the words she spoke did little to ease his mind, and the lick of her lips would cause his face to flush even whiter as if he'd seen a ghost. Even worse was the nibble against his ear, the feeling of her hot, seemingly hungry breath against the base of his skull. (Oh god.....is she......she can't be tasting me can she? Shit shit shit! This is not good!) is all he could think as the fear of being devoured takes over his thought process.<br/><br/>Melissa holding him in place instructs the other girl to leave once more, or at least that is how Clif interprets it. For what other meaning could total privacy actually have. Unable to pick up on the subtle exchange of darting eyes between the women, Clif is perplexed to see the other female, who he now knows to be named Sandy, begin to undress. "Wha? Why is she doing that?" he asks as it becomes clearer by the moment just how much of a fish out of water he truly was in this sorority house full of vorish women.<br/><br/>When instructed to watch he couldn't possibly guess why she would want him to, let alone what he was watching. (she's undressing....so?) he tells himself still finding that fact quite odd as he had expected her to simply lead the chained man out of the room. "Why? What is she doing? Please miss, I need to get going, I've done my job and my superior shall be wondering what's taking so long." he pleads as he struggles weak in her grasp. Realizing first hand just how strong a vorish woman actually was. As well as beginning to take note of the twin peeks jabbing their tips firmly against his back, her breasts he realizes which was not often a feature he often put much thought into. His uniform becoming wet and heavy as streams of hot water run down his face. The warmth of the shower being dwarfed by the sensation of heat coming from the woman's body pressed tightly against his back.<br/><br/>His only hope is that whatever he was about to watch, would in some way distract or otherwise cause Melissa to once again loosen her grip on him.