After a decent meal in the resturant everyone was sitting around a table having a drink chatting about the pains of the work week- laughing and making...a good time despite the circumstances.The ladies were drinking wine, Marc was drinking a long island iced tea, and i had already switched to pop.I was feeling great, and in rare form i had everyone laughing. I glanced at my phone- 10:45pm! Holy shit guys its almost 11 i say- we pay and cluster toward our room, Marc as usual was too drunk Abbie. That Friday morning Heather woke me up by jumping on me and yelling in French, "Wake up hunky brother." There's something lost in the translation. We enjoyed talking to each other in French in public and at home because we felt secretive, like we were in our own little world. People would sometimes get angry with us and be like, "What the hell are you talking about, that's not fair."Heather was all ready to go, she had a light blue bandanna over her golden pigtails, a small little white tee. The kiss that followed was decidedly more erotic. The only introduction here was her tongue into my mouth, which I accepted greedily as it explored me. She was starting to fall prey to her lust, and I was preparing myself for what was to come.Arachne are similar to lamia in a lot of ways. They’re large, they like to ambush their prey, and unlike many other Mageni, they use a combination of an aura and venom to prime the men they capture. Also, like lamia, the relative strength of each seems to. I tapped her on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow me. We went behind the counter and went up to Mrs. Card."Mrs. Card," I said sweetly, "why don't you let Jenny watch the counter. I need to see you in private, in the office."Mrs. Card gave me a hard look, but then she and I went into the business office. I said earlier that Mrs. Card, Ellen was her first name, and I had some history. The fact was that she could be a real cum queen. And since I could make more of that stuff than a.