The marble floor is perhaps 3 feet below you. Your eyes glance around the hall: a hugely high-roofed hall, forming into a dome far above. The room's w...lls are all made of pure white marble: the only apparent exit is a huge set of double doors opposite you.And between you and the door, She stands - Pharysia, Sorceress of Vik'Aasi, the Ancient Order of Darkness. Terrifying and beautiful she is, though her form seems hard to ascertain: one moment she is tall and slim with raven-black hair, the. Her soft green eyes darting at me like a missile locked on its target. There was nothing I could do but look back and smile. I worried that me staring at her and smiling made her think I was some young pervert who gets his kicks staring at woman but my worries were laid to rest when she smiled back. I was over the moon trying to figure out what to do next. As I over thought of what to do I didn’t see her get up and leave. It wasn’t until I looked out the window walking to her car that I knew I. I asked Karen to straddle my face which she did without question and soon my tongue was exploring her glorious pussy as she ground her hips into my head. Her knees were pressed hard against my ears but I could still hear her cries of pleasure. Karen collapsed on top of me before rolling off and together we passed out, naked in the warm African sunshine. We awoke a while later. The sun was beginning to set and there was a slight chill in the air, it was time to either cover up or get indoors.. “I was going to come here anyway. But… I killed a man – Sally’s bondsman. It was a fair fight – he had a white knife, but he was a…” He sighed, not really knowing how to explain.“A bondsman?” Tabatha asked. “Was he a Slaver?”Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight.“There are no slaves here,” Tabatha said quietly, but with conviction.“What will happen to me?” Barley asked, hoping he.