It was Connie that spotted it. She, Fran, Kylie and I were chatting and getting our breath back (Ursula, with less experience, was still entranced) wh...n Connie suddenly gave me a cheery slap. "James, you crafty rascal!"I pretended to be innocent. "What's up?" I was wondering why us four," said Connie. "I get it now."Fran and Kylie looked puzzled and I merely smiled."F," explained Connie, pointing at Fran, "U," the recumbent Ursula, "C, K," herself and Kylie.Kylie sniggered. Fran looked. ” The beast says rather more pleasantly than she expected. His voice is deep, it reverberates in her mind, bouncing off the walls of her cranial cavity, and settling with pleasing notes. The tone of the greeting seems casual as if he is greeting a guest in his home. It confuses her as it seems she is more of a prisoner than an awaited guest. Morrigan tried to push herself up to get a better look at the cat beast in front of her, the chains didn’t have much slack though and mostly just. Fortunately for all here involved, I am not that type of magicalcreature, right church, wrong pew, I sit in the last row, and that onlyaffects really nice goodie two shoes. I am pretty amoral with slight leantowards the good guys side." Oscar waited a moment to let that laststatement sink in before continuing."So when Bethany barged in here this morning and saw both of us, shefreaked that I am still here and one look at your aura screams 'HolyGuacamole!,' and that leads us into Dylan's wish.. Pete was taking this all in as he stood there in disbelief. He must have been getting an erection, because he started pulling at the front of his pants and was trying to adjust himself. "No! No way you're fat!" "Oh my..." Lynn said. "Did I do that to you?" she asked as she walked over to him. Pete was speechless at this point. "Here, let me help you with that," Lynn said in a breathy, throaty voice. I couldn't believe what she was doing! She started to undo his belt and then undid his zipper..