" Well and good for you, wizard, but not all will see it that way. I know you folks of power — wizard or king, apprentice or prince, tend to see lif... as a great game of chess, and that kings and wizards and men are all pieces upon the great chess board we call Gaen," he paused, waiting for me to jump in if I wanted, but I saw no reason to. He had a good bit of wind in his sails and I wanted to see which way it blew him. The pause lingered overlong and he pulled his wineskin up from where it. The patrons mingled and drank, some were even watching him play. Jet didn’t mind either way. His sunglasses were tinted dark and he could barely see anything. That was how he liked it, just music and the smell of the Stiletto.The songs he played were his own, blues tunes with a kick. Most had a shuffle groove, good for dancing. He was just about finished up for the night. It was nearing one in the morning and he’d been playing since ten, when no one was around.It was then that Lisa traversed. And it worked.It was now getting to be close to five thirty, and they stopped off ata cafe in the mall and had a light supper. When they got home Bettytook her purchases to her room, had to cut off the sales tags, andproperly hang up her new clothes. She arranged her shoes on the shoerack in the closet. Mary said she was tired from the day and was goingto her room to read and then go to sleep. When Betty was finishedputting her new clothes away, she was still wound up from theexcitement of. "Come on, suck it all out, get all that stuff, come on, suck it like a good girl!" I said.She did, as I eased up on her arms, she grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling my dick closer to her mouth.When I thought she was done, I rolled off of her chest, sweating, spent, and looked at her, clothes torn, panties ripped open. My little sister had pissed me off enough to practically **** her."Thats not how I wanted it, but it will do, I'm sorry, if I pissed you off,,,," she said, rolling overmy leg, resting.