For a moment, I wondered what properties her cum had for powering my magics. I would have to get a sample from her later.“It has to be precise,” I...answered. “No mage gains the red robes who can't make a precise circle. I will be unleashing energies and summoning powerful entities from the Astral Realm. If the geometries and markings are not drawn with enough mathematical precision, then they shall escape, and we would have a horde of salamanders rampaging.”“It is such a pity you failed your. "You have any kin, folks you can trust?"She shook her head."Then I don't know," I said. "I've got work to do." What sort of work?" Scouting," I told her. "I'm a soldier, Maryland Line." It was the easiest way to say it although it was not true."Oh," she said, wiggling and trying to get comfortable, stirring me as she did. She hooked her feet behind my legs."Where did you live?" I asked. "Before all this?" When my mother died, we lived in Marfield, just over the line." She went on and told me. I unbutton his jeans, freeing that massive cock that would send those high school girls screaming in terror.I know they all fantasize about fucking him. I know the basketball moms that show up early to watch practice are really just watching him, soaking their panties as they imagine what his hot body could do to them. The glazed expressions on their faces tell me where their thoughts are: under the bleachers, on their knees, sucking Brad’s giant cock. That’s when I like to strut my stuff. After Popcorn was processed, I would unchain and lead the sluts through to the main cabin in strict order. My mag-key was in the form of a broad platinum-coloured ring and when I touched it to her neck chain the heavy collar opened and Popcorn cautiously sat up, still with a beaming smile on her face. She obediently lifted her left ankle to allow me to perform a similar contact with that fetter and it too fell open. I felt a pang of what felt crazily like guilt as Popcorn eagerly rose to her.