It was meantto make him suggestible and read his mind at the same time. No doubt looking forsome thing Sword could not live without and try to sell it...to him. The Kordariancracked a gruesome grin.Sword, being the unscrupulous thing he was saw the spell a mile away. Of course,He also knew the wizard had tried to read his mind, find his price. Problem was,besides being mortal, Sword didn't have a weakness. (A mental one, at least) Hesimply locked his mind from the prodding hands of that doddering. What can I get’cha this morning?”“Sandy likes blueberry pancakes,” Alan says, looking up at Jill with a hopeful look. When the woman nods, he continues. “I’ll take a coffee and an omelet.”They don’t have any more trouble. They eat, and Sandy doesn’t make a mess. She actually eats rather sophistically for a dog. As they are finishing up, Alan looks at his animal lover and asks, “Do you think we’ve eaten enough to go have a little hike?”Sandy whines, rather than outright bark her acknowledgement.. Picturing all of this, I let my fingers play with my little nub. Moans and sighs dripping with lust were escaping my throat as well as an occasional 'Mr. Joules'. This time I could almost feel it was him who was giving me pleasure, licking my clit to orgasm. I lost myself in my silly little fantasy and imagined it was his cock and not my fingers that were penetrating and pounding my tight snatch, seeking for my g-spot. In case he was actually looking, my legs were spread wide for him so he. Cherie was watching her son play little league baseball with the other moms. The game was intense, and Cherie was really animated and vocal about what was going on in the field. Her son was at bat and had two strikes against him. Both were questionable calls, in her opinion, and she was livid that the umpire was treating her son so badly. No one does that to her son. Cherie screamed out vulgarities, aimed directly at the ump, as the next pitch sailed in towards home plate. It was called as.