"Very well, Quesset." She said. "It means pillow. And be very careful." She added when he tilted his head and raised one eyebrow. Harlen put on a shir... and boots and grabbed his bow and sword, and slipped out of the cave.For the first time in days, Hyandai was alone. She was not at all sure she liked the feeling, and suddenly moved slower and did no longer smile. "Hurry back, Quesset." She murmured to the empty cave. She rolled out of the bed and walked gingerly to the little pool. Sliding his. Out of nowhere, the room seems to go bright white, as I feel myself very light-headed. I close my eyes, and suddenly become aware of what has just happened...as I feel the ring of my ass ache for the third time today. The muscular black guy had put so much pressure on my hole, that when he finally managed to break through, he ended up slamming completely inside of me."Oh SHIT!!! This slut is tight...no way I'm going to last long in her little hole," the muscular black man yelled out, keeping. And the idea that she fucked men our age for money just makes me want to cry." I know what you mean. Two of those men I know, dammit. My daughter had sex with one of my employees and with the youth director at my church. A hundred dollars a pop! Geez! I got her those baby-sitting jobs! She's been baby-sitting twice a week for six months! Hell, she's been baby-sitting every damned Thursday night for the youth director for six months! And she started giving him head on the second visit! . The second spell had been supposed to grant her wristwatch the ability to move of its own accord. Had this one, perhaps, backfired? Had the spell been cast not on her watch but on the poo inside her? But why should this be the case? Alison had no idea about this, but it was looking likely that this is what had happened.Another of her spells caused objects to replicate themselves. Again, this fit the profile. Yet another spell, cast on the photo of her beloved Vince, was supposed to make him.