It required a spell to produce them, and a powerful one at that. It almost drained my reserves, but we had three new sets when I was done. Two of thos... were immediately 'tuned'The amulets were the most interesting. Ann's had a bird on it, while Bernie's seemed to have a large cat. We still didn't know what the animals indicated. I was exhausted when I went to sleep. My dreams were really strange, too. It was like they weren't my own, or something. Cheryl was in all of them, and if it was my. She started to finger her clit, drawing circles at first, then rubbing back and forth. Breathing heavily I rocked my hips, my balls bumping her rump, her tits jiggling with each thrust."Fuck! You're so big. I can feel you deep in my cunt. Don't stop!" Her eyes locked onto mine. I could see and feel the smoldering passion as she squeezed my cock as it entered and exited, her muscles rippling along my shaft. "That's it!... Right there!... Oh fuck!...I'm cumming!...cummminnggg!" She grabbed my. Despite or because of my helplessness I became even more aroused, and my anxiety dwindled. Precum now wetted my prick slit, and drops even sliding down my aroused shaft as you teased, and I longed for orgasmic release. Several trips were made, every time with a different, enticing set of women, each time I received the same comforting, arousing treatment. Precum continued to spill from my prick slit in my aroused, edging frustration, were it not for the cage on my prick I would have exploded. ”“What?” Patrick adjusted his thick glasses and looked back at the open book sitting on his chest. “Oh, that was nothing.”“No, you’re right.” Sally nodded with solemnity. “I was groggy and hungry and I thought you were Jack.” This was a stupid lie, Sally had said things that made it very clear she knew he wasn’t Jack, but it was the sort of lie Sally needed.“Oh...” Patrick’s impulse was to contradict his sister, but he thought better of it. “That makes sense,” Patrick lied.“And we didn’t even.