The years Dian spent with her aunt Jude had been well spend, for it was while in the care of her aunt that she learned how to satisfy a man's need for...young flesh. The lessons were taught nightly by way of the many men that Aunt Jude would service, some of Aunt Jude's clients liked young girls. There was one client above all that Jude had to keep happy.Judge Jack Conner was a very powerful man and a frequent guess of Jude. From the first time Judge Conner laid eyes on Dian he know he would be. She speaks in a soothing, smooth tone and we note a clear American accent (not too strong and from the educated northern states). “My name is Helen Mahr ... I’m 43 years old, and ... If you’d told me ten years ago that I’d be here today, doing this ... I would have thought you were crazy!”We cut to a shot of her walking along a river-bank in idyllic countryside. Now dressed in sensible walking clothes rather than her medical white coat. Her face soft, but with clearly defined features - nice. "Holy fucking shit!" Jared proclaimed once again. "Why didn't you guys tell me you were planning on having an orgy this morning!" he said somewhat seriously still playing with himself.Only then did I step back once again sitting down, as did Maxine. Though almost laughably, Stacy remained laying on the table, the bright yellow banana still sticking halfway out of her cunt as she too fought to collect her breath."You know what they say Jared," I said looking over to where he still stood, his own. "A Dragon following the ley lines," she mused. "In my study of the Celts and the Irish, I learned that the Celts believed that the Dragons created the veins or lines of Magic force that flow in the ground, and that the term 'the Path of the Dragons' was the early name for the lines. The Druids hunted for these lines and made maps of them for their people, to tell them where to build their villages and where to plant their fields. Places where the lines crossed or where the Dragon stopped to.