" It would depend on how you defined "wicked," I thought.After a moment of powdering me with tantalizing pats she spread something warm on my skin Dow... There, a ways away from my pussy proper.Press, press, press. She palpated me much the way Doctor Elaine had at my first pelvic exam."So, you are a bad girl?" She was tugging on something sticking to my flesh."Oh yes!" I agreed.RRRIIIIIIPPPPPP! AHHHHHHHhhhhhh, it stung so good! Not sharp, not harsh, a nice burning feeling."Yes, I am," I admitted,. There sits my omelet along with a glass of milk and a glass of pineapple juice. I see a couple of the ladies smiling at me as I take a big gulp of the juice.It doesn’t take long before I have gobbled up my entire tasty omelet that Sammy prepared for me.I head back down to my bedroom. I decide that I’m going to prepare Bobby and Sammy’s money now. I go to the firebox getting out money. It dawns on me that we never disposed of Jill’s house nor moved her stuff here and sold off whatever she didn’t. Men were making comments as she passed, saying things like, "Corr! I'd love to get up that!" Everyone was staring at her, and their eyes were lingering on her bum, which was like two eggs in a wet cloth!She seemed to ignore them, yet she also smirked as I blushed angrily red and glared at the blokes, and she told me not to stare at the nice men!Mr. Miller's receptionist was again the only one there now, as she'd seen off the previous customer. She smiled nastily on our arrival, and asked if Mum. My stomach clenched. I did not like how tight it appeared. Fiona was lucky I loved her.“Gewin, bless my sword with your strength,” Seamus prayed to the God of War. “Let it cleave through the flesh of my enemies and bring glorious victory on this day.”His sword glowed with an angry, reddish hue, enchanted to cleave through protective spells and tough hide. Even stout armor would have difficulty staving off his blade. His eyes were fixed, his shoulders tense.Seamus was rarely scared. He went into.