I shut the door behind us.She stood there in silence for a moment, her eyes burning into me. When she spoke, her voice could barely contain her fury."...o we're all your slaves now? You can control us so much that you can make a light elf and a dark elf act like lovers?" It looks that way," I said in a soft voice. Although the horny teenager inside of me was jumping for joy at being able to control women, my conscience was trying to rein me in, trying to tell me that this was not a good power to. The repulsive tongue then slid higher to encircle her ear as his claws gripped her dress at the collar.“What is one caravan? No one is coming for you, sweetling.”He anchored her dress at the top with one hand while he snagged the thin fabric and tugged with the other. Gillian could tell that the creature enjoyed her trepidation as the stitches began to pop. As easily as tearing through paper, he pulled at her coarse brown dress until it gave way. Listening to her dress rip, she remembered. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it. Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts and Cindy got an eyeful of his massive semi-hard penis. Mr. Richards reached over and took Cindy's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed. Cindy got a little. "Thank you," she said genuinely."You're welcome," I replied."You're the best!" little Megan stated before wrapping her arms aroundme, causing me to chuckle."There you two are," a masculine voice broke our moment. "Are you readyto get some food?"Megan let go of me and we both looked up to see a man approaching us. Iassumed that it was her father."Dad!" Megan confirmed my assumptions. "Look, It's Sarah Carerra!"He looked at me, but there was no recognition in his eyes. He obviouslydidn't share.