She’s very dangerous.” “Who could be more dangerous than Valsivale?” I demanded. The Enchantress was easily the strongest mortal being I’d ...ver met. “I don’t know. But she’s a skilled torturer. Valsivale has snapped. She won’t be fighting on our side.” “I fear no woman or man.” Said ‘Tia, furrowing her brow. “Let us go collect your Enchantress, save her if she can be saved, and kill her if she cannot.” “I’m not sure there’s any use. She can pluck your emotions from the very air and weave. Since the school was off-limits, we went to Starbucks. Perhaps the informal setting provided the basis for what our relationship became. Or perhaps it would have happened anyway.Mr Lawson was married. I knew it. Everybody knew it. A wedding portrait of him and his wife stood in pride of place on the desk in his small office. He’d catch me looking at it sometimes and he’d always give me the same vaguely unsettling line.“She was a mistake.”Some mistake. I glanced at the airport bar again. The. All we could see of him was his tail wagging, the rest was under the doona, much like his human fuck toy. Don’s figure was as clear as day under there. His head bobbed up and down around the area we figured Sudi’s crotch to be. After all, what else would he be doing then licking her pussy?It was his maiden voyage in this environment – eating Sudi out in her room while she was none the wiser. At least that we knew of.“Sudi. Sudi, sweetheart,” her mother said softly so as to gently wake our. I'm married to a gorgeous Latino. Veronica has very long black hair, dark eyes, sensuous lips, and the best body I've ever seen. And her sex drive was wearing me out! She would want sex in the morning before I left for work, then again as soon as I came through the door every afternoon. She would be all over me, kissing me, rubbing on me, rubbing my cock, until I took care of her. Then at bedtime, she would want me again! I guess her clit was too large or too exposed or something because she.