Dean frowned at her, watching her get back to being engrossed in her book. ‘I’d love to fuck her over my desk.’ Then he started to think dirty a...d imagined her bouncing up and down on his cum-covered dick, her school shirt ripped open with her sexiest lacy bra on and her skirt bunched up at her hips. He would pull her bra down and suckle on her beautiful pink nipples, while his hands gripped her ass cheeks and he would help her bounce harder on his dick. Her pretty face contorted as pleasure. Piscotti and Mr. Manzi clapping in approval overwhat they had witnessed. They had been entertained, but deep down I feltlike a whore.Later that night when I went home to Reginald's mansion I was glad hewas asleep as I was too embarrassed to tell him what had happened at theclub. I imagined him being hateful about it anyway, he'd probably say itwasn't a big deal that I had to suck a dick. Ever since he treated thosegroping customer hands on my ass as unimportant, I wondered if I wasseeing a new. “ I am not a spy sent from your father. That I promise you.” He said. Galadriel then broke down into tears and sniveled. “He r…really doesn’t care about me anymore. He really doesn’t c…care.” Eregnov had to do something, for he couldn’t let such a beautiful creature sob. He walked over to her and placed her head in his shoulder. “ I didn’t mean it like that.” “ But that is what it means, nonetheless.” She said lightly. “ I don’t wish to see you like this. I’ve already said that I find you. The pages were lined paper,and instead of being printed the recipes were handwritten in fuchsiaink. Only they weren't recipes for food, but for what seemed to be magicspells, interspersed with short essays about witchcraft.She thought about bringing this book back to the family across thestreet, they probably didn't know they had sold her something of thegrandmother's that was far more personal and private than some oldcookbook.But if it really was what it claimed to be, she needed it much more.