Despite her best efforts at repression, she moaned against the gag."How long have you been watching?" I asked, removing the gag. "And I can tell when ...ou're lying." Since you purchased that pen over there." she said, glancing over at the Pen."I don't have to ask the reason, do I?" Not if you've got a brain in your head." she replied coldly."Right, so a hormonal teenager with a magic pen is a threat to national security." I replied, sarcastically. "Only when threatened." I finished, patting her. They looked like pixies, dwarfs and faeries.However, they looked different from the pictures I had seen of them. They were more human-like than the images, was as close as my poor brain could fathom. I felt as if they were invading my head and trying to determine if I was worthy to be granted their service.I blanked out for a few minutes from the intensity and found myself alone again when I awoke, except for the one spirit that had accepted the job to be the guardian of the box. I reverently. Keep giving your response, if you like it on The story continues like this:I had a semi-erect dick while I walked my way through the auditorium; she followed me and whispered she is drooling with pussy juices in her panty. We both laughed at it and went to clean our self before we come back to our seat. She was hungry and asked me to take some coke and popcorns to have. I had some naughty thoughts when she said that. I gave a wicked smile and we both parted away to our respective washroom. I. Grandpa chuckled. “The naughty little girl really likes this...see?” he said confidentially to his grandson, nudging his head to the side in a silent order. Daniel knelt down to see her sticky quim cover grandpa's fingers and little drips of juice her pussy was releasing start to slide down her soft thigh, like a cow, she was letting down. “See that milk? That’s what she does when she feels really good. When she really likes something. Right sweetheart?" he said louder for his granddaughter to.