" Any visit from a pretty woman is call for Cutters Creek hospitality, Ma'mn. Especially a lady who is helping so many or our flock in need" he smiled... looking at Cindy and the tall glass.Seeing no way to avoid the local ceremoniousness, Cindy took a sip of the tea. "That's exactly what I came to talk about Rev. Daniels. You see,... " How do you like it?" Hmm. An... interesting flavor," Cindy admitted, trying to turn the conversation to business."Made with our own Font of Blessing Springs. Putting my hands under her buttocks, I squeezed them hard, giving Kaamna yet another sensation to deal with. She held her own hair and spoke softly.Kaamna: oh dear, what was I missing! Fuck me, Chandu, I want to taste real cock.I circled her tits with the tip of my meaty cock and rubbed it into her sexy hair. Then I let her suck it for a brief minute before she looked up at me greedily. She crooned in her sexiest voice:Kaamna: Slap me like a bitch, tell me I’m a little whoreI smiled because she. The liquid tasted like something vile, long dead. But it had an immediate effect, relieving some of the pain. His cheeks flushed and suddenly, he clamped his hands over his crotch. “What in the blazing hells was that?” he complained.“A simple healing potion. And don’t worry. That wood you’re trying to hide is a simple by-product of the increased blood flow the potion stimulates.” She grinned playfully. “Better?”He grinned back at her and placed his hands by his side. “Yes.”Two days ago – it. I found myself face-to-face with Karl Higgendorfer, the reigning A-division champ.“Oh ... hey, Karl. Good to see you.” We shook hands. We hadn’t said much to each other in Tempe and I was surprised that he even recognized me here.“You getting ready for your practice court?”“Trying. They tell me my practice court is in someplace called Cicero and it was twenty minutes ago,” I said, trying to make light of it.“No way! Is the Ice Queen with you? She’ll rip them a new one,” Karl.