Behind the counter, five hungry mouths were waiting in queue to put their order. “Fuck this I’m starving,” I said quietly. Ten minutes later. I ...as sitting at a bus shelter, my face buried into a chicken kebab.Bobby lived in a luxury block of flats. The building was painted white, consisting of two floors. I found the door number. It was in the middle of the street, overlooking the sea. I checked the intercom. A list of names was illuminated, showing the names of the residence. Bobby’s was the. Dashing over to it she looked into the antique silvered mirror in it’s depths she saw her true self reflected in all its demonic glory. Taking in her surroundings she saw that she was in a wooden human dwelling, books and scrolls were piled all over as well as the normal items she was used to sorcerers having. One thing did stand out it was a flat box with a hinged lid, black vines ran out of the sides and back. Creeping over to it Zandriell lifted the lid and gasped as the inside of the lid. "What the hell are you doing on the grass you dam fool!" Wyatt was surprised. "Who's this?" he asked since he didn't recognize the voice at all. It was a female's voice. The voice replied, "If you have a problem with the car get your ass in to the pits now!" Wyatt shook his head when he finally realized that the fog had cleared just as quickly as it appeared. He saw that pit row was just a few yards from where he stopped so he put the car back in gear and headed in to the pit. After he came to. When his fingers tocuhed the boundaries of Kritika’s love he gently spread her legs to get more access. He did nothing crass, every movement of his fingers was well calculated. He was letting the pressure build in Kritika’s body. Allowing her the time she needed to reach the ultimate climax. He gently pressed the butts, massaged the labia, there was no fingering involved. But, I could hear soft moans coming out of Kritika. I could sense it from her quivering voice that she was in cloud nine..