En pensée, j’ajoute « ce sera ta dernière bonne nuit avant un bon moment. » Mais, elle me réserve une dernière petite gâterie, — Ah,...j’oubliais, embrasse la main de l’esclave qui t’a fouettée et remercie-la. Elle s’appelle, Mouche Bleue. L’esclave me tend sa main et je l’embrasse en disant : — Merci Mouche Bleu de m’avoir bien fouettée. Petit gloussement satisfait de la sorcière. Une fois seule, j’essaye de manger un peu de pain, mais il est tellement dur qu’il faudrait le. At first she tentatively touched his cock with the back of her hand and kissed his inner thighs. Eventually she summoned the courage and kissed his balls.Justin's cock stood stiff and pulsing out from his groin. On impulse she took it and touched one of her nipples with the head. In reponse Justin sucked her clit between his lips. Chrissie's body jerked, she moaned, her first 'real' sign of pleasure.She squeezed his cock in her fist. Slowly making up her mind, she brought the head down to her. On this day, though, I didn’t move from the chair at all if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. I also made sure to write down the time when I took my pain medication, because on a day when I am on the upper reaches of the pain scale, it would be very easy to accidentally overdose.I managed to make it through the day and, as I left work, I texted Lisa to beg off of going to the gym tonight, telling her my back was bothering me. She texted me back and asked if I’d like to come for dinner instead. I. Dead is dead in the end after all.I took my by now accustomed spot in the shade of the wall after a visit with the king in which he displayed a renewed fascination with my failure with the Wards of the North. He and Throat had made efforts to converse about that, as well as my tattoos, my weapons and my cloak. I saw no need to discuss magic with either of them.I had hardly had a chance to pick up my study of the rhythmic flow of blood through the heart, when there was a surge of magic around.