Bryant liked my initial thoughts on it.As we bounced this back and forth over the phone, he became more intrigued by my idea, and asked if I would sin... the song, as my part of the show. Bryant said he would play the song and sing backing vocals. I reluctantly agreed to sing it, dressed up in a fat suit and clothes, pretending to be a heavy Meatloaf.The key moment in this combo routine proposal would occur about half way through the song, where I'm singing I would do anything for love, and I'll. It allowed the demon time to cause trouble – but not to do any lasting damage.Only the foolish attempted wizardry.Of necessity, mages were taught the risks from their earliest training. It was pounded into them at every stage. For some reason, wizardry seemed to breed both stupidity and arrogance, because every year there were at least a handful of mages who succumbed to the temptation. The call of instant power versus the long, hard road of learning to control the eldritch energies was just. Just watching her was incredibly stimulating; I could barely refrain from taking my own situation into hand. She then washed her rosebud, I could see it was neatly trimmed even from my patio; the thin patch of hair just above it perfectly accented my raven-haired beauty. She continued massaging her bud with the bar of soap, and even from the distance I realized she had already become aroused; I could see her head lower in concentration, then toss it back in a moment of indulgent self-arousal.. Her hand then came up to grasp my cock, removing her mouth at the same time. I felt one of my balls being sucked into it and then her tongue snaked all along the shaft until once more her mouth engulfed the head of my cock. Without warning, Melissa stood up. “I want to be fucked very hard John,” she said, “and you can take me anywhere, and I mean anywhere.” I looked into her eyes as she started to walk backwards, towards the sofa, her hand extended to grab my cock to make sure that I followed.