I sucked in breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. My muscles flexed, straining against the magic.“Master!” Zanyia yowled.The faerie guard’s fa...e twisted with anger. He darted forward.“Gods!” I shouted, sucking in my gut, trying to pull myself away from that lunging spear. I was helpless. This was worse than last night with Queen Sidhe. Then she just wanted to fuck me. I didn’t want to die. I had to save Aingeal. I had to protect Ava. I needed to avenge Katriana. “No!”A blurring form shot. He confidently put both hands on my open window and leaned in closely. He could clearly see my short tennis outfit, the skirt pulled up to just below my moist pussy lips, and my red high heels. It wasn't long before we walked to some nearby bushes so I could take his wonderful cock into my mouth. I hadn't seen Mark and his camera but he had clearly seen me. The pictures showed the lust on my face. It was so clearly me, a fine upstanding former college counselor on my knees in the dirt acting. I had several projects that I had put off for a while and now they needed to come to the front. The East Coast Education Association for Advanced Education was having their annual meeting at KCC this year. I did not know how our college ever got to be host for this event.Usually these kinds of events were held at some big city where parties and play could be had nonstop. There were no casinos, no big night clubs, no strip joints, no beaches, no theaters, and no opera within 60 or more miles.. That was when I learned that fear isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Back in the women’s shelter, I had used my powers to make women less afraid. I did that exactly once, in [redacted] when I saw this woman running, broadcasting fear like it was the headlight of a car in the middle of the night. I “hugged” her with my mind and she stumbled and stopped, looking around like she was confused. A car screeched to a stop right next to her and two guys got out. They made her get in the car, and her color.