" Something that needs a lot of people to make it?" Weaving uses many people and both carpet and cloth sell well." You are without a job and I wish to...offer you one." My arm isn't strong." That's not needed. I want to set up a factory to weave carpets. When the pirates leave Buseland, juffa prices will fall. I want you to make a cape of juffa with a hood. It has to be big enough to go over a man and his weapons. I want some of them to be small enough to protect a person that is not wearing. “Hi. They call me Hermit. Hint, hint.” Lady Emmels laughed lightly, understanding my not so subtle humor. A seemingly genuine one, too. “I’d offer a place to sit but I only have two chairs.”“That’s alright. We will try and not take up much of your time, Master Hermit. I would like to purchase the equipment, that the Griffin Knights left here last time they visited if at all possible.”“That stuff? Yes, I still have it. It’s in a cedar chest taking up space. What will you offer for it?”“Justiciar. I stepped away from her and let go of her hands which dropped lazily to her side. She walked up towards me and started to push me back towards the bed. As the backs of my legs reached the bed's metal frame she began to unzip my bomber jacket which she ripped from my torso once she was done. Weaving my arms out, she deposited it on the floor leaving me standing there in my white t-shirt and grey combats.She reached down to the bottom of her hooded sweatshirt and I watched as she lifted it up. That freedom was short lived as a transparent ballgag wrapped itself around my head and jammed itself into my mouth. I wailed and screamed and begged into the gag but it was all silenced by her magic. Stalking up behind me, my captor and soon to be mistress knelt down behind me and placed her cock at the entrance of my honeypot. Her magic chains forced my legs apart and gave her full access to my most private place. With a slow but powerful thrust, Grace speared me on her magic dick. It felt.