The carval is a meaty fish, a bottom-feeding fresh water feast with fins, and the soup was thick with chunks of it. Bits of potatoes and onions added ...o the savory goodness and as I chased the dregs of it around the bottom of my bowl with a spoon not quite up to the task, the innkeeper came to check on us."Well, my lord, how did you find your meal?" Quite suitable," I answered. "It certainly hits the spot after three days on the road." Coming from Trilin then, are you? We seldom see Wizard's. I can't hide myhope that she, or someone who know her, will read this story, because I'm verycurious to know her: for sure she has very interesting stories to tell! (aswell as other interesting features...) This is my firststory here. I read a lot about bdsm and I really like it, but I don't like towrite fiction. And since the other kinky episodes in my life ar not so kinky(altough I had had some good bdsm with a former girlfriend)... maybe this willbe also my last story. Any comment iswelcome.. “These are the last of the new student files,” Ashley’s announced with a subdued tone as she unloaded them. “Anything else?”Umi afforded her a weak smile. “No. That’s all, Ashley. You can take off.”“Okay,” Ashley’s voice grew faint and defeated. Still, her tired feet refused to take her away from the desk. She lingered long to enough in silence to garner Umi’s attention.“Is everything okay?” Umi asked. “You have been awfully quiet today.”Ashley fought to keep from shaking. “Actually, Dr.. Her pleasure was building and her orgasm was inches away but Matt was not having the same effect as he was earlier. In fact, it was a case of diminishing returns.Desdemona’s breasts were huge. They were now the size of Matt’s whole torso in width alone. If he had extended his arms upwards towards one breast, it would be like Atlas holding the Earth on his shoulders. Her nipples were the size of a small cock and there was no way he could suck on them now.Desdemona had grown huge, but at twenty.