I suddenly remembered that I didn’t know how they wanted their beers poured.“Mike, do you like head?”“Uh, what?” he asked. His face turned r...d.“Do you want your beer with a lot of head or none at all?”He laughed. “Gimmie head, babe.”“You got it.” He’s so funny! I poured his beer just like he asked and set it down in front of him. I almost lost my balance.“I’ll take some head, too.” Tom was across the table right next to Matt.“OK, you get head.” I smiled at him.I poured it out just like he asked. None would help.And if she was honest she wasn't the best sorceress in regards tocasting spells without incantation or gestures. Both taken away by herbeing stone.But she had still hope. On her chest half buried in her stony flesh wasa different type of stone: an heirloom gem. Passed time and time again,from Sorceress who mastered their trade to their apprentices. It waslastly bestowed upon Nia.With time and luck, there might surface a spell to free her. But it wasa faint hope. Sure there was a. .. She just stood on my right hand side next to my waist and began massaging my upper thigh. I tried to make eye contact but she seemed a bit embarrassed and just looked down. I gestured at my excited cock and asked if she could help me out with it but she mutely shook her head no. So I held out my left hand and asked her to put some oil in it... Which she did and I began stroking myself. Again, I though she might object but she didn't. She just continued to massage my thigh. She still seemed a. His eyes continued travelling happy to see that her pussy and legs all looked freshly waxed. He stepped closer. “Enough, hush now”. He cut her monologue off, and swiftly pushed a finger inside of her with no warning. He fucked her g spot with his finger skillfully. Her head hung down whether in shock, shame or pleasure he was unable to tell, nor did he care.She was out of breath again by the time he walked away to the wall behind her. He picked one of his favourite whips. It left pleasant red.