Oh her skills were considerable, and she had not fallen into the trap of relying on her gift for healing to save her, but, still, she was not happy.In...each visualisation, Nemi saw, over and over until it was undeniable, that there was a problem with her technique, with use of weapons. Her short-sword was, well, it was okay, it kept her alive and certainly was washed in Kilim blood, but there was something wrong with it.No.It wasn't that she or her sword were not sufficient, but that was all. The eyes which he had loved so much once upon a time were filled with tears and pain. ‘I am so sorry Michael. I didn’t know…i didn’t know Bree would be in danger. I only wanted you.’ Michael watched her turn and leave with a single thought running through his mind. ‘You had me Ronnie, but this is where we belong.’ He then took off running for the elevator and that wait was the longest of his life. He wasn’t about to let panic make him run up thirty floors. This was faster and he needed his. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as she slowly pulled my hand closer and closer. Then she let go, letting my hand fall heavily on a rough piece of cloth, my socks."I'd say you earned those, see you when you get back from the store!" She had the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her face, she knew exactly how much of a tease she was being. My preemptive erection slowly wilted as I dragged my feet down each step of the spiral staircase back to the living room, socks hanging limply in my. "She cannot believe what she is hearing. This cannot be happening. She has to stop this. Her mind races through those thoughts and more. Right up until the moment his hand lands on her ass.Smack!She jumps a little. The series of 6 blows that follow get past sting and up to hot fire. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.Janet howls. Kicking her feet against the carpet."oooooooooowwwwwwwww" she moans."Oh please. That was nothing. If you are this much of a wussy you are going to suffer a.