’ She pans the camera up a bit, and focuses on her chest. Reaching back, she picks the bra up off the bed. The undergarment is wrapped around her ch...st, and hooked. She slides it around her torso, so the cups are beneath her breasts. Her arms slide under the straps. The cups slide up and over the mounds of flesh. Sliding her right hand under her left breast, she adjusts it to fit into the cup correctly. Repeating with her left hand, the right breast finds its home. A slight shake of the torso. Helping one another they washed each other's backs, still not speaking a word. Jen's body would slightly tremble as Nanci's fingers brushed against her skin, sometimes finding her breast, causing the nipples to peak once again.Noticing she smiled, and brought her lips down upon Jen's nipple, using her fingers to message the other one. Jen closed her eyes, letting the feeling of pleasure wash over her body once again. Nanci pressed Jen against the wall and continued to nibble tenderly at her. Maya, your cries of pain have reached all the way to the bedchambers of my master, the King Jinn of the Water Tribe. They woke him from his slumber and pierced his very soul; he feels your agony. As his most trusted vizier, he sent me here to uncover the source of the pain, and has authorized me to assist in any way my magic will allow me to.”“And how could you possibly help her?” Isaiah asked warily.Approaching Maya, Selena observed, “Both mother and child are near death. As humans, my magic. I was an avid reader, which was a bit odd for my age. I consumed National Geographic and Scientific American magazines like they were popcorn. I was smarter than most kids my age, and much smarter than most Southern baptists twice my age. I never frequented church regularly until I was a teenager, and when I would attend it was mostly to pacify relatives who wanted me to go. I thought at the time that it was out of a need to be close to me, close to a part of our family. I soon learned.