Joanne lies on the bed and relaxes." So Joanne tell me everything you remember" says Paul." I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, I was very tired, bu... I was just relaxing, Graham and Martin had thought I had gone to sleep and began to talk about me, Graham said he had fantasies about seeing up my dress while I was sat opposite him in the chair, while I was laid on the bed, Graham asked Martin if he could see up my dress, hearing them talk about me this way was very erotic, I never realised. Instead of turning back to the window, she faced Henry and dipped her cloth in the bucket. She stayed there, in full frontal view of her husband, and began to wipe again. Her hand went right, her breasts swung left. Back and forth, a counterpoint of mopping movements. Henry sat on his heels, his hands lifeless, his eyes glued to his wife’s chest. Just how long had he held this fantasy? Lynn smirked to herself and found a stubborn heel smear on the floor. She scrubbed intensely. Her tits. During these littlegasps for breath he would pant,"Yes! Oh yes baby! So good! So good!!!" Gotta do it soon! Gotta do it soon!!!"Eddie again removed a hand and fumbled around down there between us.This time I felt him lift my skirt up completely so it was rucked uparound my waist. He lifted me up and forced me to my toes, my heels leftthe ground and I fell further against him my face now level with his asI balanced in the awkward high heels that I had never worn before. Eddiestruggled with his. .." Long story short, Henry, I'm a wizard-in-training. Knowing your name was the least of my still-meager abilities. Now I know you have a bad case of writers' block, so I think I'll sell you this." She pulled a pink inkwell from behind the counter. "This will let you finish your problem. Just finish your tale, and your story will be done. You won't even need to edit or proofread it; the magic will take care of that for you. After that, you'll be on your own, but I think you'll be able to crank.