It was about ten centimetres long and had a Quaz crystal in one end. She told it to open. She was surprised when it tripled in length and she waved it...around.“A wand,” she said aloud, quite delighted in it. “Redel why don’t I have a wand?” she asked her brace.“I have no idea, mistress. If I may, try clipping it to the long side of the pad on the brace.” Bette closed it and tried to clip it in place. To her surprise, it did and then it glowed for a few seconds and then went dull again.“It should. Their father was a sea captain and spent a lot of time away from home. Not only his daughters but his wife as well had black African men spend numerous nights in their home during his absence. These two French vixens knew there would be plenty of sex on this safari and being away from the parents made it even more exciting.They wasted no time in getting their juices flowing. They had been with these two black Africans before and were eager to be with them again.The oldest sister was sitting on. The doctor pressed two fingers against the column of my throat, presumably taking my pulse with a silver stopwatch he'd fished out of his coat pocket. My breasts tingled and ached, the skin puckering further against the cool air once he removed his hands. My mind struggled with the desire for his hands to return to their previous ministrations. I gripped the edges of the chair to restrain my own fingers from reaching for my breasts to mimic the stimulus of the doctor's touch.“Elevated pulse,. Rubbing my forehead, I closed the bedroom door and made sure it was locked. The girls were in bed, but they could just as easily be awake as asleep and I didn't want either barging in on our conversation. Sex I wasn't worried about; no way was I having sex tonight.Steve said: "Tell me what's wrong." You tell me what's wrong." Lately I had begun to feel alone in the marriage. Half the time I fell to sleep alone at night, and who knew what he did downstairs in his office. I suspected it had to do.