On a 7-9, Hold 1 and +1 next roll

Appreciative murmurs from the boys at the prom and scornful looks from the girls were Lily's rewards for complying with Mark's demands. Unsteadily, she made her way through the throngs of people until she had reached the punch table with Mark holding her arm every step of the way. Once at the table, Lily began to feel moisture forming at the entrance of her cunt. All the eyes focusing on her was having an arousing effect on her body. It made no sense; she was a good girl, a faithful girl. The idea that she would be turned on by the scorn and lust of so many different people was beginning to claw at her sanity. What if there was something more to her, something darker? The thought rattled Lily's mind but only for a moment as Mark began to whisper into her ear that he was going to make her body his right here on the dance floor.

Before Lily could protest, Mark had dragged her to a quiet, dark corner of the room where they could be alone. Silently, he began to kiss her neck helping strip her out of the dress slowly, taking time to caress her every curve. He wanted her in such a frenzy she couldn't resist. Lily tried to stop his advances, but the crashing waves of pleasure were too much. Once, she was out of the dress is was all she could do not mount him immediately.

In a bold move, Lily tried to take control of the situation again. She needed, wanted, Mark but on her own terms, "Mark... no. I want you to eat me first... I you want you to please me."