Zoraster watched Danica at the Scrying Pool through his own scrying mirror. He again stood in the coffin room where Danica's 'sisters' had been create.... Two of the crèches had their lids closed, and Zoraster absently stroked one as he watched."Yes, you grow stronger in your Art, my little rose. Perhaps the time has come to test your mastery of the Art in my service. What do you think little one?" he said to the coffin beneath his hand.A faint rustling caused him to smile, "Yes, I agree. It. "No it won't do, I admit it's still a little red but, if mom was to check she would Know you hadn't just been spanked and I'm not getting in to trouble for you so, we're going to have to add some more colour, follow me to my bedroom you naughty little boy," continued Gail. 'Little' I thought, I was 5' 11 and thirty-one years old, my tormentor was 5' 3, if that, slim and just shy of seventeen. How could she call me little! I followed Gail like a puppy in to her room. Gail took up a very business. He guessed he should delete some numbers. He flipped the phone open and pressed the button to go over his contacts. He meandered through the list, this one stayed, this one could go, that one maybe later he’d decide, down to the Ls, there it was, no not yet, he still wasn’t strong enough, maybe in a week or two, he skipped over it. Max walked in, ‘Peter you’re early. How’s it going?’ Suddenly remembering, he backtracked, ‘I mean are you all right?’ Peter spun around. He liked his swivel chair,. At that, he'd quickly and forcefully jammed his rock hard cock in my soaking wet pussy. I came in waves as he fucked me furiously, before cumming with great force into my waiting cunt. Remembering that morning, I rubbed my clit furiously until I came, moaning so loudly that I didn't hear the bedroom door open. When I opened my eyes, I saw Clinton standing over me. "I'm so sorry, baby", I told him, as I pulled myself upright in bed. He sat down next to me and looked into my eyes. I could feel.