"This Grey Warden expects me to believe you are some sort of seer." Yes, Keeper." I was going for humble. Apparently I failed."Don't you 'yes Keeper' ...e. You want me to believe, you're going to have to work harder than that, girl." Very well. Allow me to be brutally honest. You are a several-centuries-old blood mage. When you were a young man, your son was killed, and your daughter raped and left for dead by bandits. You were so enraged when she killed herself rather than give birth to the. You didn't know this when you were changing into the garment your hostess had chosen for you — and for everyone’s titillation — a baby doll pyjama set in almost transparent material. While you were looking at yourself in the cheval mirror and thinking how much fun it would have been if men had been invited, a younger woman who you didn't recognise came into the room. You were about to leave to go and join the others when she said, “don’t go, please wait while I change.”She quickly stripped out. I pulled my hands back inside her thighs and used my thumbs to gently open her inner lips wider, then rolled my tongue and pushed it deep inside her, remembering how much she had enjoyed this the last time we had been together. She shuddered with pleasure as my tongue first penetrated her, then again as I opened and closed my tongue, fluttering it against the walls of her vagina. When I did this she pushed down on my face so hard that my nose started to penetrate the rear of her pussy to the. “Patience Celeste”, she thought to herself, “there will be ample opportunity at “Bas Chaud” tomorrow evening, especially when Yvette is introduced to the lower basement and its formidable clientele. As she stood looking at the anal center of the young educator, she felt Claudie pressing the medium crop into her hand and quietly whispering “I think two stripes across each naked cheek should be sufficient Celeste. Not too hard or vicious, but enough to raise nice pink welts that will be seen by.