This will conclude Ch. 07 and include a full story for the series. Thanks for all the wonderful emails praising my writing. I write fairly well but I ...hink it is our twisted minds that make you enjoy my stories so much. For those who don't like my stories, that is fine too but you need to use more constructive criticism rather than boring vulgarities. I'll gladly try to incorporate all suggestions good and bad into my stories.Jenny wasn't going to let me put my cock in her mouth, at least not. Felt her palms start to sweat a little. Unlatching her seatbelt, she opened her car door and moved awkwardly towards him as she pushed the door closed behind her. Then she was reaching out with her right hand, extending her bright pink lighter for him to grasp. His fingers covered far more of her hand than was necessary for the transaction, and she stepped back in confusion. Did he know? She watched his hands as he cupped his cigarette and quickly lit it. She swallowed hard again. Such nice,. ” I look at the cappuccino. I always have a flat white, and it dawns on me that I absently ordered yours instead of mine. I giggle to myself, and take a sip. Too hot! I put the cup down and scroll through my phone messages. All work related, they can wait till tomorrow. I put the phone down on the table and stare into space, thinking you shouldn’t be much longer and wondering what we’ll have for lunch. I touch the handle of the cup, about to lift it, when, “PING”, the message tone on my. At dawn on the fifth day after our return, the suspense ended with a warning from Denise's hawk. I guess Harold didn't have our teleport spell, and that was what had taken them so long to arrive.I was surprised it didn't take them longer. They must have had one hell of a travel agent, because there were hundreds of them (three hundred and twelve, to be exact). As they spread out, a voice boomed "Surrender, and your lives will be spared! Resist, and my minions will destroy you!"I used my own.