So I told Jane to put her hand in and Help him out. Her hand felt soft as she gripped the shaft and out he popped."Oh my that is a big one - much bigg...r than Ramsey's and thicker and straighter too." Jane was lowering herself as she lowered my boxers to the floor. Her face was just above my cock but close enough that I could feel her breath on it."Now it's my turn Jane, so please stand up straight again."I decided to kneel right away. I tucked the fingers of both my hands inside the waistband. "You would think Slamfists would know better," one of the mounted Gnomes spat."Who cares?" another said angrily. "Let's kill them and be done with them!" The Gnome warriors surrounding them grinned viciously and took a step closer to Jonar and his companions.The Gnome in the center shook his head warningly, eyes narrowed as he looked at Maseryk and Prince Sharn. "I think more is going on here than meets the eye, Ahbnaar. The bulky Ce'al is Prince Sharn Jenni of Tran Kor and the ugly one is. Oh God, he was going to die. His potion was killing him.A third rush of pain caused him to throw his head back and cry outdesperately. He swung his arm across the top of his table and sent hisvials and tools crashing to the ground. The shattered remains of his labreflected the moon's rays. He staggered back, by this point pantingdesperately for air. He pressed his back against a wall and slowly raisedhis hands to his face. His vision was blurring, and his arms just wouldnot stop shaking.... He held the cans together and quickly stopped them from shaking, then set them down without pause. He flipped his grip on the knife and tensed, waiting for the screech that would tell him his host was wide awake. After seconds that felt like eternity, he relaxed. There was absolute silence. Abraham grabbed his pen light from within the folds of his jacket and began to stalk about the room, quickly scanning for the spot he knew he would find. It turned out to be a ratty old mattress pushed into.