“I want to experience whatever you have in mind for me, for us.”“Oh, you will,” he assured me. “But let’s get the other piece of equipment...I bought set up first.”I could smell myself now and I wondered if he could smell me as well. My secretions were slowly oozing down my inner thighs and we really hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t touched me and we hadn’t done anything sexual, but just being in the cuffs and looking at this device my mind ran wild with possibilities of what our evenings would. It just suddenly appeared in my mind, as I reached out to help Angus,” I told them.“Zoroaster was a leader in Persian Magic, but that was many thousands of years ago,” the Leader of the Magic Council told me. “How could you know an ancient spell in Persian?” he asked.“I have absolutely no idea. As I said, it just appeared in my mind. I never even stopped to think that it could have come from the creature in the doorway. It just seemed to be the correct thing to use to defeat it. It just felt. As wet and ready as she was it still took me about eight strokes to work my way in. She was a wild woman in bed; she kicked and screamed, bucked and twisted and had several orgasms before I had mine. As soon as I came she pushed me away from her and went down on me. She fought a losing battle to keep me from going soft and when that fact became obvious to her she stopped and said, "Damn it, I'm still horny."I grinned at her, "It will be back and I think I can keep you happy until it does" and I. And again. And again. But it gave me a wonderful sense of time as I padded to the suicide pool.It took me two minutes - two pushes.And when I arrived, my eyes saw something, something that looked off. But what was it?It clicked.Five corpses were missing. They had been slotted there, there, there. The absences were as clear as a missing tooth in a smile. I started to wrack my brain, trying to remember which corpses they had been as I looked around - checking the entrances to the open part of the.