." Here! You do it. That screw ... just turn it until it stops."I mean, it's only a screw. Three of 'em hold the hand in place. A screw. But I guess t...at living with muggles, you don't get a lot of chances to use a screwdriver, so me an' Rachel help her learn. "Straight screw, see? This cross-looking one is called a Phillips. And this one is a Torx. Looks like a little star. I prefer Torx. And they come in sizes. Come look at this drawer." She has a lot to learn.But she's learning. Like. The buxom beautiful blond that got out and ran to hug me was nothing like the girl I remembered, except maybe the smile.She awoke me in the morning for more of the same except I could pay attention to the details this time. It was lighter in the bedroom and I could see the gift I was given. Damn! I hadn’t had a piece this fine even when I was her age. Short blond hair on top, lovely blue-eyed face with sensuous lips, firm and ample breasts, flat belly, silky blond muff, long lean legs. Sexier. Devoid of pants, the portly innkeeper was blushing like fire as a pretty, golden-haired Elf girl led him from the room by the hand.Smythe chuckled as they passed him through the wide archway. “Well done, Master Ari. Well done,” he said softly. And to the Elf, he added with a grin: “Be gentle with him, Eryn’elda.”Stopping, she turned and looked Smythe up and down boldly. Her eyes were the clearest, pale blue he’d ever seen. “I might be back for you next, eruchen,” she purred, putting her arm. She was playing with her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as she rubbed my cock, licking her lips provocatively. "You're a naughty little slut, ain't you?" I blurted in the heat of the moment.It was a comment well received as she replied, "I want to be a naughty little slut, I want to be your filthy little slut right now, to say thanks for picking me up back there."We were automatically getting moved through the wash as the water began to cover the windows. She leaned over, put her warm wet.