"Master?" said his slave with concern.Doran pointed a shaking finger towards the table near his bed, where several vials lay filled with the same gree...ish potion that Vanlo had administered earlier. The slave dashed to the table and fetched a vial. Doran sank into a chair as she handed it to him. He popped the cork and downed the contents in one go.The pressure eased, and he let out a rattling breath. He stared at the empty vial in his hand.I definitely need to retire after all this is over, . She tried to take her hand back but I pressed it and started massaging my dick over my pants. She started sweating and with a sudden swing took her hand from my grip and on the table.I continued with her thighs and now moved the action to her fleshy ass. I would grab and squeeze the right then massage it squeeze it again and move to the left one via her thighs. Her sweating and trembling increased considerably. I knew soon she would have to return to the counter, so as to end the act I grabbed. I was surprised that Lily wasn't with her, but I thought she might have only gone outside to get some air.I opened the car door and was about to get out to cross the road to see if she was okay, when I saw a man follow her out of the bar. He called her by name and I figured he must have been someone from the college who knew her. He was in his late thirties, with a week's stubble on his chin, and looked like he might be a teacher. They tend to look pretty down at heel these days. They stood. Oh I ... I didn’t mean to startle you,” came from the boy standing suddenly beside her desk.Her voice was tight as she said, “You didn’t Malcolm. I was wrapped up in a difficult calculus problem.” JESUS, my panties are soaked. Why did he have to come here TODAY? “Sit there,” indicating a chair in front of her desk.“So,” she said, trying to segue into some kind of comfortable dialogue, “Did you have a good summer?” The conversation was choppy, each telling something they did.Just when she was.