The potion description read:Animal magnetism is a rare and often underrated gift; this potion, upon drinking, effectively makes the drinker the object...of every woman’s desires. The opposite sex is invariably sexually drawn to the consumer of the potion for a single hour. The potion releases a mass of pheromones into the vicinity of the drinker, forcing any member of the opposite sex who is in the nearby area to take an instant sexual notice. Warning! This potion is extremely powerful; any. Yet also she gave the impression of a harried and vulnerable housewife in her looks.“Salutations, Meritocrat,” I greeted her.“You are the Cure?” she asked almost frantically, ignoring any greetings at all.“I am indeed. Did they inform you of what needs to be done?”“Yes, they did,” she almost sobbed.“Calm yourself, dear Lady. What happens here, stays here,” I replied, trying to calm her.“I was told you were discreet, but you are a Cure and frankly you have a reputation of not being discreet,”. I'd listen as you told me exactly what you wanted, but I think I wouldn't need much guidance as your gasps and cries of pleasure would help me find exactly what you needed.I'd lick, suck and lap at you, all the while my fingers gently pushed their way inside you, as deep as you wanted. My whole upper body would move as I pushed you closer and closer to a huge orgasm. First, I'd feel your juices gush and I'd greedily lick them up as much as I could. Then I'd feel your pussy contract on my. Although it hadn't gained much in circumference it was now at least nine inches long. He began a slow, long, rhythmic pumping. With each stroke his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clitoris and, as hard as I tried not to, I began to enjoy it. I realized that the liquor had dulled his senses and that he would be able to do this for a long time. I tried to stifle my moan of passion as I reached a climax but a slight groan escaped my lips. He continued to pump and I continued to climax..