When she opened it she saw a young man, practically still a teenager. He was about her height and had a good figure. His hair was blonde, and apart fr...m having too much gel in his hair he was actually quite attractive. She was still annoyed about the interruption to her pleasure, however, and so rather abruptly asked him what he wanted. He looked quite red in the face, and stammered out that his name was Martin and that he was a student who had just moved into the flat opposite hers; he just. "Suppose I could lead you to a group of Indians that you would have no doubt been the long lost Inca?" he whispered. "Suppose I could lead you to more gold and silver than you have ever seen in your life. What would one glimpse of this treasure be worth?" I ... we ... would ... would consider almost anything." He stammered, trying to include his wife."Your wife here has treasures I have dreamed of for a long time. What are the chances she would be willing to let me see her treasures?" he said. Kneading his shoulders she kissed his chest and took a bite on his nipple, suckling on it all the while she grinds her hips against his dick lubing it with her own juices. His hands ran through her hair and down to her luscious curves. Continuing her assault on his body, she added to his sensing by moaning as she sucked and kissed on his body sending vibrations through tingling his nerve ends. She grinded against him with her whole body enticing him to feel her body more. Her gentle ebony waves. Short of attending to the matter herself – travelling to Wenland and getting the answers she needed – she could see no other way to resolve a failure.And she couldn’t travel to Wenland. The Wenland Queen’s petty law outlawing mages gave her no pause. Of course, given a mage of her talents, it was a law which couldn’t be enforced. Traveling, however, especially traveling to Wenland, would bring the eyes of the Council down upon her. She didn’t fear their eyes – she’d poke them all out.