I pushed him to lean back on the counter top of the sink area while I fumbled with his jeans. In a raspy voice he stuttered and asked 'what are you d...ing?!' My trembling hands unzipped his jeans and pulled down his striped boxers letting out a jack in the box bouncing cock. It was a beauty to behold, the base of his crotch was a patch of long, black pubic hair leading out to a brown base of veiny meat and finally ending with a mushroom shaped uncut head. I didn't bother to respond verbally. ”“Ooh, some ‘comedic value’, all very la-de-da. When did I marry a snooty theatre critic?” she laughed.The first half of the show was pretty standard. The act was a little risqué but nothing to write home about. During the interval, Marco asked for volunteers.“Plants huh? I dare you, put your hand up.”What could I do? I volunteered.“Hi there,” he said when he sat down at the table.“Plants?” Nicola asked me quietly and grinned.“Hi,” I suddenly felt sheepish and could feel the heat rising in my. What have you been up to while I have been incapacitated?”“Lillian has been taking the girls into the woods, one or two at a time, to work on their abilities. It looks as if they are just like us, though they will still need more practice to have the needed control. We have seen no sign of whomever it was that was looking in on us, but perhaps it was the person who accosted you in your dreams.“I have sent carrier birds to various villages and towns where I have allies and friends. I am hoping. As harsh as his gaze was, his grinding voice was even more so. ‘You lost the bet,’ he said again. She stared at him, he stared through her. Although he only stood about six inches taller than her own five foot five, and was not particularly broad-shouldered, his form seemed so much larger and dramatically more menacing than before. This surprised her. He was not particularly attractive, nor was he particularly large, standing about five foot eleven, maybe a little less. Though he appeared thin,.