"I got the feeling, from the cold glitter in the man's eyes, that the option to have my bath drawn for me was an offer to have other services provided...as well. I kept my face neutral.I had breakfast the next morning with the Wizard Jager. My invitation delivered to my door by a liveried servant. That invitation, and the smooth ministrations of Uttereld, typified my experiences in the crown city. It was as if life was buried in endless layers of velvet. Every experience was soft, warm and. Her back arched and eyes rolled back as she purred with approval. She began to say ‘fuck me,’ but I suddenly buried myself into her before she had the chance and her unrepressed cry was all I needed to hear to know what she wanted me. I was fucking her slowly and deeply trying to feel every bit of her, I wanted to go deeper than I had ever gone before. Her eyes furrowed in concentrated as she was clearly forcing herself not to come, but every time I went back into her body again started to. Jazz closed her eyes her, resting her head against Max's shoulder, "I just wanted to make this special so I could make you happy, to make up for the fact that I've never done any of this before and I don't know what I'm doing." "Open your eyes, babygirl" Max said as he cradled her in his arms Jazz bit her lower lip, a nervous habit, before reluctantly opening her eyes. "I want you to look me in the eyes, so you know that every word I'm about to say is true, Understood?" "I understand" Jazz said. "Whatever could you mean?" I asked and I went over to the Peck Deck, setting the weights to 185 and I began to pulled the arms of the machine, over and over again. "Don't be silly. I know you guys did something-" Nothing happened Shyla, stop fanticizing." I snapped and she stopped talking and nodded. She sat down at the Bicep Curls and began to life 50 pounds. "Okay everyone, switch partners, time to get a chance to make a different friend." Mr. Richard chuckled and Shyla sighed, walking over.