The serving girls are always talking about how they have to masturbate into vials for you. Doesn't the juices of a cunt you've deflowered work better ...or your magic? Imagine having access to Greta's cream whenever you need it. I can let you borrow her.”“Yes,” whimpered Greta, her hips wiggling. “I have a cherry you can pop.”“Gods give me strength,” groaned the mage.I grinned. “So the Lodestone... It's connected to the army, isn't it? It's what allows my father to control them?”“Yes,” he said,. You Malcolm... I chose you. Once Iwas sure, I simply left the right books in the box, knowing you'd readthem and become tempted. When I met Holly for the first time the otherday, I was pleased... so very pleased to see you'd become such a fineyoung slut." Noooo!" gasped Malcolm, his body burning as his breasts began to swelland grow. He couldn't believe this! Not from Dawn. The old womancackled as she saw the look of horror in his eyes as she reached underthe counter and pulled out a small. I could feel his body press up against mine. Pulling me back up by my hair, he slid both hands around to the front of the shirt where he began to unbutton it. “You look so fucking sexy in my shirt.” He didn’t get to the bottom before he ripped it open. “You’re gonna be my little whore aren’t you?” he asked me. I didn’t answer right away. “Aren’t you?!” He pulled at my hair again. I nodded gladly so he would let go of me. “Good,” he said. He started to kiss my neck just the way I liked it. I. " Tom's voice, an untrained but pleasant light baritone, pleased Chrissie. Tempted at first to join in, something held her back and she just listened. As she did so, she realised Tom was sending a message. Not deliberately, she thought; he was too straight-forward for that. In fact, there was more than one message. One lay in the sheer happiness; of course, that could have been due to being underway in a sailing boat; she knew he was always happiest when sailing but she thought it was more than.