"Excellent. Make sure the men are ready. Wouldn't want to make things too easy, now would we?" Yes, milady." With a brief nod, the man departed. Allur... turned back to the window. Sebastien weighed the situation. He stood before the Enchantress' castle, and before him stood four men, armed and armoured. They held weapons ready in a battle stance, their faces grim. It appeared he had no choice. He drew his sword and approached, slowly. He was only lightly armoured, having had to travel a great. No one here wants to play a game of one pocket because it takes too long. It isn't that long to me, because you're trying so hard that the time races by.I missed playing some killer snooker matches. A Saturday afternoon, with a race to two hundred points, playing snooker was always worth a twenty to me.Everything here was for fast, immediate gratification, and get angry if you lose. Katie came from the Midwest where they played hard, but didn't want to bet the farm on a best of seven games. Please be female. Of course, a male nurse enters. Thank you, life! Or course, he is good looking. I have no idea why it makes me feel more embarrassed because he is good looking, but it does. His name is Mark, and he is built like a tank with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Oh, and his hands are huge... like the biggest, thickest fingers I have ever seen. Hopefully, he will not be the one dumpster-diving in my ass.“Hi, so I see you are having pelvic pain. Can you tell me where exactly it hurts. Another tiny flash: I am kneeling on the soft carpet before the love seat, between thin but muscly thighs. A little rose tattoo on the inner left thigh, just below the fold. Soft strawberry blonde curls on her mound. Lips glistening. Total scent of arousal. I kiss my way up to the tattoo, feel the soft ends of her hairs tickling my cheek. I look into her eyes; she is lusting, impatient, breathing shallowly. Can I do this? Her right hand weaves into my short curly hair, directing me to her.