I let the gown fall back down as I felt her yank my underwear down and take me into her mouth. I looked at myself in the mirror watching my expression...as she fellated me. I thought to myself, “Not only do I look hot, but I feel like such a slut.” She was deep throating me and it felt marvelous. She had my buttocks in her hands as she guided me in and out of her mouth. I willed myself to keep my eyes open as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. She had just the head of my cock in her mouth. He tried to sit up but his right ankle shrieked in agony. A glance down confirmed the odd angle that he feared. Broken. Badly. Instead Eldrian twisted over to peer at the Skytouched lad. His eyes were closed and a dark, bloodied mark occupied the side of his head, matting with hair. A bump from a beam on the way down? Otherwise the boy looked fine. He’d had a cushioned fall, after all. A thousand tiny needles dug themselves around the flesh of Eldrian’s ankle. He hauled himself upright and his. Jan and Sheila sat at the breakfast table wearing only thongs. Sheila had explained that Michael loved to start the day in the company of a woman clad only in panties, so she and Jan, after two quick climaxes, had donned their underpants and joined Michael downstairs."Anytime," he replied smiling warmly as the three sat at the breakfast table."And what do you charge?" asked Jan coyly."Oh, I'm sure we can work something out... perhaps take it out in trade," he said, reaching over and gently. Most of those who practice such magick are either Druids or Rangers. Druids serve as the healers and shepherds of the earth, whereas Rangers serve as its defenders." And how do you describe your Mercenary life in its relation of the duties of a True Ranger." By taking contracts that would bring me into direct conflict with those who would despoil the earth. Rangers are usually bound to a set place; those who are not wander taking care of the small tasks. I see myself engaging in a proactive.