..A few minutes pass, I tactically kept my mouth shut (the married guys out there will understand). "Oh" she said. Well, at this point. She was still ...at there with her dress rode up. She had not slapped my face, and she had not stormed out. And she had not got angry. And, my cock was still rock hard. And at that point, the little head over rode the big head. "He really is a sexy guy" I said. "Yes" she agreed. "I don't mind if you would like to go over an chat to him" I said. She looked at me. Cyrus dropped his wand and started digging around his pockets when a flashbang went off right in front of him. The mage covered his face with his hands and his shield wavered with his concentration. The light was bright, but the flashbang sounded like a brief fart.“Concentrate fire!” Someone shouted as if from a mile away, and the barrage increased. Cyrus was crouched low, his face pulled into a grimace, and the whole thing was ridiculous. The gunfire was muted even here, and despite the fact. I just need to talk to someone about my mom and my dad and what I am and how I handle it and what I can do with my life." She dissolved into crying."What are you?" I asked."I'm a pain slut - a severe masochist if you want to use the proper term, but its like a drug. I keep trying for more and more and I'm afraid I'm going to do something stupid." She started crying again. Then she blurted out, "I don't want to die. I just want the pleasure of suffering." She was crying almost. One hand moved deeper and lower, fingertips parting my swollen pussy lips as he moved the other hand between us up under my shirt finding my nipple already hard. I caught fire under the assault of his hands and sighed into his mouth pressing my body to his. The bottle slipped from my hand and poured its contents on the floor without breaking. A similar deluge was pouring between my legs as he gathered my juices with his hand and used the lubrication to circle my clit until it swelled before.