Many mirrors on the walls and even in the ceiling give a view from different angles. Men are so easily aroused by visual cues!) Our ritual in the hote... is the following: I start running the water for a bubble bath. Then I sit on his lap and we French kiss, during which we slowly undress each other. We have our hands all over each other’s body. Jackets, necktie, shirt, blouse, shoes, skirt, socks, stockings, trousers, come off one after one in that order. Finally, we only wear our pants (mine. ” “May I speak Master?” “Yes.” “I will do anything for you Master, please. Don’t be mad with me. I will do whatever you wish. Let me suck on your cock and make you hard, then you can fuck my ass or my pussy or whatever you want. I will cum when you are ready for me. Please Master.” “I told you to cum, but you didn’t.” “Master I thought you…” “Stop! That is your problem. You think too much. Don’t think… OBEY!” “Yes Master.” Michael sat down in one of the chairs and said nothing more. He. This didn't bother our hero all that much, he was a mage after all. A novice mage of a mark and a half, but a mage none the less. Or so he kept telling himself. The path before him was illuminated with the soft yellow glow of a mage light. A bright golden ball about the size of a large grapefruit that hovered above his head one foot up and behind him. It was the first spell he had learned at the college and the one he was furthest along in mastering. At his current level the spell would last. Ted held the blade in the vise while his father turned the screw that closed the vise. Once he was satisfied with how tight the blade was being held, he stopped. Ted let go of the blade and stepped back. Daryl reached over to his workbench and picked up the file. Handing it to Ted, he said, “Okay. Let’s see you sharpen the blade.”Holding the file at forty-five degrees, Ted ran the file down the length of the blade just like he had watched his father do on the other end of the blade. After.