Over time, she admitted that the effort was wasted, and gave up, hoping instead for some kind of lightning strike. Sex became something she did for he...self, in the quiet of her room at night, using her hands or a toy while reading an erotic novel or watching a porn flick collected during one of her embarrassed trips to the local Sex Shoppe. And time marched on... Twyla reached sixteen, and Marion, saddened, watched her going through the same misery that had afflicted her at that age. But Twyla. To the north of her position the Emerald Tower of Ferok the Sorcerer glimmered like a topaz jewel even in the dim moonlight, the stories of untold wealth and untold horrors had been heard by Aliska throughout her travels, maybe she should try her hand there, go straight to the lions’ den and bring back his testicles in her empty leather sack, do what no man had ever done and steal the Treasure of Turon right from beneath the old wizard’s nose. Her blue orbs kept moving as her mind moved through. A silk white blouse one size too small so even my chest would look big, wavy red and black checkered skirt, white stockings finished out with black mid length boots.I purposely took my time getting to my first class. I enjoyed the curious eyes unable pick between undressing me in their minds or just staring at my outfit. I found a seat in the back of the room furthest from the instructor. As I glanced over at my neighboring classmate, a glimpse of white panties peeks through pressed thighs and. I drove to the address on Bob's card. His receptionist was a cute little girl, no more than twenty. I had no idea if she could use the computer, but she probably could give a better blow job than me. "I need to see Bob." Do you have an appointment?" she asked."No, but I got a pocket full of cash," I answered."Have a seat I'll try to locate him," she said.I spoke in an elevated voice. "Never mind, when you find him, tell him Sylvia Porter was in. If he wants my business, he needs to make himself.