But I still hadn’t fucked the girl and miss Lem wanted my cock good and stiff again for that wonderful purpose and seemed quite willing to await my...recovery. Jasmine’s little skirt was back on, sans panties, and she was shyly moving about the room, ceremoniously serving us some herbal tea. When she brought my serving, I noticed a small diamond shaped blue object resting in the centre of a white napkin on the silver tray, which Miss Lem advised me to swallow with the tea. She identified it. You wiggle about on my face spreading your juices all over my face. You lift off me and turn around and lower yourself back onto me and slide your pussy down my chest and stomach, marking me as yours. You stop when you feel my dick press against your ass, but before you can realign it to slide into you, I lift you up and lie back on your bed, with my hands beneath you still, you wrap your arms round my neck and pull me down for a kiss, I pull back and stare you in the eyes before lowering my. I didn't know I could do it before that." Ral, that's ... that's incredible. You're ... You're like some ... I don't know..."I didn't want her trying to compare me to anyone else, or worse telling anyone else. It was my turn to put my fingers to her lips. "You can't tell anyone about this. Only my closest friends know I can do this. I don't want to think what my life would be like if people started coming to me, and I mean by the thousands, to be healed or changed. It's based on my desires, not. She walked to the bar, slid up on to a stool five spaces away from him letting the bag slide to the ground and crossed her legs. The bar man rushed over and took her order, serving her with a beaming smile. He watched as she sipped her drink and looked coyly round the room seeming to check out the males that might be available for the night. She glanced over at him and let her eyes linger a bit too long. Yes he thought, I'm going to have you tonight. She turned away and sipped her drink. As he.