Superficial wounds tended by a healer always heal without leaving any scars. Perhaps I was the exception to the rule, I said to them, but they called ...n the best healers of them all, all of them trying to heal me, but they all failed.When Vicdaen saw me he left without saying a word. Lex visited me every day — he had no problem with my scars. I did not ask him how he could stand the sight of me when I could barely look at myself in the mirror, and especially since Vicdaen did not visit me. I. Another woman needed the toilet and she wondered what was taking us so long.We returned to the bar for another round of drinks. By this time, both Tom and Edna were several shots ahead of me. Suddenly he grabbed me and asked me to dance with him.As he held me close, I could feel his cock pressing hard against my groin. My pussy started to get wet again. I pressed closer to him. He was breathing harder now, and I could feel his cock throbbing as he reached around to squeeze my ass. When the. I again gasped into my panties as another first occurred when she immediately obeyed his order shoving her whole fist up my well lubricated cunt. I screamed, as my cunt was widened unnaturally, my panties falling out of my mouth. Fuuuuuck. She slapped my ass hard making me yelp. Put your panties back in your fucking mouth and dont you dare make a sound, you pretentious little fucking bitch. Her tone fierce, I quickly obeyed, shoving my panties back in my mouth like an obedient child as she. “Don’t need but one,” the old man said with a stone face.When you leave the waiting room through that door over there.” The ticket agent pointed to the front door. “Turn right, then go two block and turn right again on Church street. About half way down the block on the left is the Downtown Diner. They have coffee for sure. They might have soup.”“Thanks,” the old man with the bearing of a soldier or maybe a weight lifter, said.The agent watched the old man exited the waiting room carrying a.