“Go ahead and sit in the passenger seat. I hate turning away from the road to talk to my customers.” Her dark mascara blinked deep into my soul.�...Yes ma’am,” I responded. Wow, she is smoking hot! My mind exclaimed, as I buckled into the passenger seat.“It’s a Black Label, so it’s got all the bells and whistles. We are about forty-five minutes from the airport, so feel free to use the seat warmer for your bottom, back or both if you’d like.” Her open blouse revealed an opening to see her left. Now she had to come up with a plan to save herself from the wizard's wrath."Perhaps there is more to this boy than meets the eye," she thought, "perhaps he might even be a weakness for Merlin, something I can use against him?"Nimue realised she had no other ideas to explore and decided she would indeed go after the boy. She had little to go on, only a vague sense that he belonged to Dalriada. That was where her search would have to begin.Merlin was also thinking about Eoric. He realised the boy. In my groin was a pulsing weaknessthat grew and subsided as my fading manhood seemed to fall and passthrough layer after layer of sweet extinction, until a wisp of airpassed between my legs and let me know what I was at last.I nearly fell backwards as my hips rose and widened, as my center ofbalance shifted and my armor fell away. For a moment, I stood trembling,trying to absorb all that had happened. I calmed myself enough to gathermy hair and spread it across my shoulders and smoothe my dress. It stung, but not really painful yet. As they continued it started getting more painful, until it became like a warm, painful glow. They stoped as one and I felt their hands caress some of the hurt away.Ian told me to chose between 10 strokes of cane or 12 of a single tail whip, even though they both knew it wasn't really a choice since I do not like canes ...The choice was evident, the whip strokes. They decided to split the hits between them...They never gave me much time or warning, and I.