So me mother I didnt need to raise my head to see her nod. Suddenly I jerked my head up and my heart and gaze blazed. what do I need to do. My mother...lit the candles around me as my sister finished drawing the circle. My palms were sweating and my nerves were frayed. I had to constantly stop myself from coming up with the worst possible what ifs. I jumped at the cool hand on my shoulder. Are you okay son, I nodded and swallowed hard. I placed a hand upon the girls brow and another upon her. Don’t stop…..pleaseeeee….Ed stood up and knelt before me and pulled my panties off. He spread my legs wider because believe it or not now that the moment was here I was scared and I put up a little resistence. He spread them apart and his head lowered to my vagina. Omg! So good. He was licking me there! I can’t believe it anyone would want to do that but he seemed to really be enjoying himself. And I was glad he was. O it felt so good that consistent licking up and up again just like. It’s for the weekend, so that’s Friday night to Monday morning...”Horrified, I immediately interjected, “Erm, Saturday morning, Sunday night, surely.”“Erm, slave, I’m in charge and eighty quid is eighty quid, I’m getting my money’s worth.”I shrugged, there was no fight in me. My hangover hurt too much if I did something rash like thinking. It was either Grace’s house, or Friday night at the Union with the team. It was Mr. Bastard Rock meets Mr. Bastard Hard-Place. I could be out drinking. ' Moreover, the documents provided bear out this scenario."Atwood paused for a moment then answered a few questions posed by Alex who indicated his knowledge of the few documents available which allowed the land to pass from one generation to the next.After a general discussion, Atwood continued, "In essence the original Pleas grants were increased by the purchase of some porciones. Then they were reduced by a few sales and a gift to a favorite son who married a Blaze woman. That man died and.