This scar is from the battle of the Dun Witch's glen. They are mementos of victory. As for my manhood... well... your opinion may change." The sor...eress waved a hand dismissively. "Ask your second boon." The corner of Rickhelm's mouth crooked but he kept his voice as calm as he could. "My second request is that you entertain me as your guest, in your chambers, alone and uninterrupted, from now until dawn." The sorceress barked a short laugh. "Are you serious?" "Completely. Will. What kind of man is he? Howdo we know he's the man to put at the President's ear? Well, I happen to know Trent very well, I can tell you that. Trent and I grewup together. Pull up any archived news report of the time and you'll find thenames Curt Hollowell and Trent Hamilton linked as teammates in tennis, golf,swimming, squash, you name it. Trent was a typical boy, albeit more precociousthan most. He began exercising his manhood at around nine or ten, putting itto any girl he could catch. “Look around you, what do you see?”I understood what she meant now.“Why are you here?” I asked her. “Winter cannot come until you leave. The forest needs to sleep, to rejuvenate itself under its white blanket until Spring brings warmth and new life.”“I have tried to sleep,” She replied, sadly. “To allow Winter to begin her work but I cannot, I am restless. Winter is knocking but she cannot spread her blanket until I am gone.”“And that is why you brought me here, to help you.” I took her. I trust you. We went back to kissing for a few more minutes before I felt his cool fingers slither their way under the edge of my panties. I tensed just a bit at first, but when his index finger made contact with my clit, all of the tension melted away. He slowly started rubbing in agonizingly slowly circles and I was writhing against his hand as he used the other one to fondle my breasts. This went on for a few minutes until he thought I was ready, and then he propped my head onto a pillow and.