Play resumed and they both went silent. Lani's heart climbed into her throat any time the opposing players crossed the blue line, and tried to jump ou... with each shot taken. Dom was unflappable, she saw. He had that quality—the elusive "it" that some athletes and celebrities had—that her brother had not. The "it" that separated the pros from the amateurs, and the elite from the very good. Her heart almost stopped when Dom, who'd gone to slow the puck down for his defense, was caught out of a. St-OW!" she screamed as she kicked her barefootagainst something hard, partially buried in the sand.Scowling, she reached into the soft ground and pulled the object out. Toher surprise, it was an old brass lamp, like something out of theArabian Nights. At first she assumed it was just a child's toy, but theweight and texture told her quite clearly it was metal."An oil lamp? They still make these?" she wondered aloud, looking theobject over. "Wonder who'd be dumb enough to dump something like. And I was a 'wiz', literally, with defense.I continued reading. I practiced, and practiced, and practiced my gestures. I was sure I had them down, but was still afraid of this spell in the worst possible way. It was a major power spell. It was designed to take out just about anything and/or anyone. It was so powerful that 'colateral damage' was probable, rather than merely possible.I had learned some minor offensive spells along the way, but this one was of a magnitude that was beyond anything. The belt in my denims was loosened and drawn out from the loops, the button and zipper were lossened and freed, and my legs were lifted and the denims pulled-off and my knickers torn from my body, leaving burn marks where they ripped into my softer skin.All this was happening within five minutes and all this happened without me being able to break free from this cock burried into my throat.My head was pulled back over the back of the seat so all I saw was his ball sack as he fucked my mouth. My.