He defied the church, saying that Jesus was a magician and other stuff. They burned him." Nice. Why do we care?" He was a master of memory magic." I g...t that. Still..."She shrugged her shoulders."He had a mask, a powerful magical artifact."She stared at me. She waited."It's in Padua. I'm gonna to steal it." Ah!"She sipped her coffee. She took a bite of food."Does Fi know?" Yeah." Hmmm."She was quiet for a bit."So, how long -- exactly -- were you gonna keep me out of your little conspiracy?"She. As he drove looking for a quiet spot I rubbed his cock through his shorts. He was already hard it seemed and he was quite small id guess 4in at the biggest. We found an industrial park and went to a dark spot. After he shut off the car we moved the back seat for more room. More comfortable now I moved myself in front of his cock and pulled it out. Like I had thought about 4 in hard but a nice big mushroom head. I teased him by kissing his cock head and flicking my tongue at it. Then I started. Dave hit the send key, logged off, and then followed Sarah to the dinning room. He was getting very familiar with the house layout now and was confident he could find his way.High tea was another fabulous meal. A conservative amount of salmon was cooked to pink perfection and served with bright green vegetables and white rice. Tea cakes followed the main course and Dave noticed that the portions were smaller than the previous evening. He surmised this must have been what Sarah meant as high. She thought of Blackswift, imaging his taught body pressing against her skin, his manhood growing erect and pressing against her thigh. It was almost as if he were here. "Carson", she thought, automatically thinking of Blackswift by his real name. "Where did you go?". The thought of his strong hands pulling her body against his threw her into a wave of ecstacy. Her hands found her wetness and she let out a moan as her fingers stroked her womanhood. She ground her hips against her hands, her.