Therefore, I needed to rethink what I was going to do with ‘the Fish’.I could go to Salem and try to locate those belonging to the Magic Haters gr...up, but I had no idea who I was looking for, or where I might find them. For that, I needed the information that I hoped ‘the Fish’ had. This just led to a vicious circle, therefore something else needed to be considered.First, we needed information about Salem and the area surrounding it. More research would be necessary for that. Jill could do that. Like a leashed puppy I have led you through a web of misdirection your eyes fixated by my slender silhouette, your nostrils filled with the heady aroma of my sex and your mind captivated by the throbbing in your groin.The truth is that I know this man/boy and he is no stalker. His only crime is one of innocence. Every day he climbs aboard my carriage and trails along behind me to the office block where we both work. Every day he teases me with his doe-eyes, soft lips and Bambi-like. Soon, it was fully erect standing close to f******n inches. “Oh my goodness,” mused the pixie. “You’re huge!”“I guess,” blushed Warstomp.“Do you like how I make it feel?”“Uh...yeah!”Rossbell sucked it some more getting it very wet. “Perhaps I could sit on it,” suggested the three-foot tall being.“Uh...okay,” grunted Warstomp.Rossbell lowered his round, juicy booty on the ork’s fuck pole. “Oh my,” whined the pixie. “It’s so big!”“Damn,” remarked Warstomp. “Your butt hole is tight as fuck!”“Yeah!. ” I caressed it devotedly for afew moments while he writhed around in his seat and maderestrained little noises. Another car was approaching.Hastily, I snatched my hand away and he held his jeans closed.When the car was passed, we returned to our activity, only forit to be interrupted similarly a moment later. “Aren’t wecool?” I giggled, seeing him trying to cover the unwieldyappendage between his legs. A few more cars passed, then theroad was clear. I pushed his.