“I understand and agree completely,” Helen replied. “Too much chance of an unfortunate incident.”“Agreed,” Morgana nodded. “There are th...se such as Mage Fen who will leap upon any such incidents to try and reduce the amount of power she sees slipping from the Council to the Bureaus. Some of those who voted for the measures will be hoping likewise.”“We understand, Mage Morgana,” Mage Amehlo voiced everyone’s opinion.“Where is this meeting taking place? Iran?” Mage Tara asked.“No, Vanuatu of all. ..out of here!” Her voice was as shaky as mine. “...kay,” I answered, “...or to my place.” I couldn’t even understand my own words. “....a minute.” A minute to her place? Better than the ten to mine. If I guessed right. “Okay!” We picked up or clothes and slipped into the wet fabric, forcing it over our sticky skin. God, we looked a fright! I giggled, and she did too. Then I was racing after her over slippery grass, and we both slipped a few times and tumbled into the dirt, laughing like. She caught herself again, and pushed all thoughts of leaving Tyrsall from her mind. She had to concentrate on the task at hand.“Hey, girly, why don’t you come over here?” slurred a drunk fisherman, who still smelled like the catch of the day.The tavern keeper watched suspiciously while Razai tried to come up with a way to turn down her first potential customer. Then she realized Priss, a blonde wearing heavy makeup to cover the lines in her face, was glaring at her. The fisherman must belong to. “FUCK!” I yell out, surprised by the impromptu deep throat. I look back down at her and she still has her eyes fixated on me, staring deep into my own eyes as she starts backing her mouth off, and then back down, again and again, sucking my cock, deep throating it every time, keeping her eyes locked to mine. She grabs my right hand and moves it to the back of her head, and I know exactly what she wants. I grab some hair and start shoving her head into me, face fucking her. I go slow at first,.