"Oh that's perfectly all right Doctor but please - call me Andrew" he replied, keen to get this relationship onto a more personal footing as soon as p...ssible."Okay, 'Andrew' it is. Now let's start. How about you telling me why you think you need my services. You seem to be a remarkably able and confident young man to me, and one who has quite a reputation I gather, amongst the ladies".Damn! His reputation had preceded him. That was just going to make this harder for him, than he had thought. He. At the end of her tale the demon just looked at her. ‘So what do you need, Lyana?’ the way it hissed her name made her shudder, it trickled across her skin like a strange caress. ‘I need magic,’ she whispered, staring up at him, her anger at the invaders starting to return and mute her fear, ‘I need magic and sorcery to take my revenge… I need to hurt them like they hurt me, I need them to feel the fear and pain before they die at my hand… I need what only you can give me.’ Leonard’s smile. Her finger found the folds of her sex were extremely slick and sensitive. She moved her hand, biting her lip because of the moan that threatened to escape when her finger bumped against a hidden nub of flesh. She pressed her palm against it, rolling her hand as she squeezed her breast until she felt a wave of heat wash over her, creating a hazy world of pleasure. Emily fell asleep still gripping her breast, her palm shoved tightly in her panties. — It was a week before Father Horton came upon. So I decided to ask CJ if she wanted to go to Snoops on Saturday night, unsure of the risk to our relationship or what might perchance be revealed about that weekend. CJ seemed reluctant at first, but I was uncertain if the hesitancy was genuine, or was she hiding her excitement at seeing Roger again. As the time grew closer I could tell she was excited to go, as we didn’t go as much as we once did. Saturday night finally arrived and CJ had gone all out as she dressed for the evening out at her.