When the eleventh girl, a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman, licked my cunt, nothing happened. “There's no more sperm, Master,” she said, ey...s wide with panic. “It's okay, Willow,” Mary soothed. “Mark and his mother can make more.” I was eager to let Mark make more, I discovered. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn't care so long as I could feel Mark's cock inside me again. Mark lasted longer the second time and Mary sat on my face and I ate her pussy as my son fucked my pussy.. She pulled down a pint of JackDaniel's from its hidey-hole and put it on the table. She took a tumblerfrom the draining board and blew the dust out of it filled it with thegolden liquid all the way to the brim.She sat staring at it and smoked a cigarette down to the butt and then litanother.She reached for the glass."That won't solve anything," the deep voice said."How long have you been watching me?" Sarah asked still staring at theglass."Long enough," he replied."You did that last time you. If he understood what he had been told, then Dev should be able to do some magic! Plus, there was a group out there that did not want most people to even know they could do magic! Why, that was plainly wrong! Also, why had he never heard of this before?"Arel, how come I didn't know of this magic group that is trying to stop people from learning magic?" Dev asked."For the simplest of reasons. What you don't know about, you can't miss or it won't hurt you. They work best in secrecy. Still, most. . .I would lick my fingers clean, but I think that might be a task best reserved for you. I consider offering my fingers to your mouth, but decide to stick them back in me. . .much to your chagrin (again) I keep up touching myself, sticking my fingers in my wet pussy.I know I am getting close to that “point,” where I want to cum, and cum hard. . .I can barely keep my eyes open– I know they are trying to close, as my head tries to fall back in pleasure. My nipples are hard, I have even squeezed.