"Sorry I'm so late. Here." You speak almost without thinking, touching your magical rod to the leg of one of the injured men nearby. "Crystal Heal!" A...bright pink light shines, and when it fades the injury on the man's leg is healed."Holy shit!" The man gasps grabbing around his leg, looking for what was once a gash that had shattered his bone. Nodding, you move on to the next injured person and the next, healing the men, women, and even the animals that had been injured by the mysterious. All three women at the table gasped. ?Yes, o, you may cum. Where did you study fashion design, Bridgette??i don’t remember too much about what happened next. i know that Master moved His hand up slave’s wet thigh, and caressed slave’s clit. i remember seeing the look of disbelief on the faces of the three women who were fixated on what was happening. i felt slave’s body spasm. i recall trying desperately not to audible sound, and failing miserably. i moaned loud enough to attract the attention. But now in her lewdest of daydreams she gladly accepted on from her youngest son of all people. Her cunt throbbed and her nipples ached as her mind ran riot with the feelings of sheer lust shared with her son. Eventually she calmed down, finished showering and quickly moved to her bedroom, but she could not shake one thought, was her James well-endowed or did he take after John. No matter what she tried she just could not shake this thought from her mind and after many hours of deliberating she. She screamed again. 'Oh' I turn away. When the rustling of clothes has stopped I turn back around to see her face flushed with embarrassment, and desire I realise when I notice her staring at the tent in my shorts. Now it was my turn to blush. She had recovered and now she was pissed. 'What the hell? Why'd you just burst in without knocking?!' 'I ... I heard a noise and I thought you hurt yourself!, I was only trying to help. If I had of known you were doing... THAT, I would've never walked.