Just as none, but the Master Mage had the slightest clue that the entrance to an Elfrealm was located in Grant Park.Tuesday 4:45 A.M. W. Van Buren St....& Wabash Ave.Grabbing Angelo's copy of the Sun Times Morning Edition, Mike drifted over to the delivery entrance of the bakery preparing for the morning's ritual exchange. It still struck him as a dirt cheap price for a cup of the best coffee in the City. The aroma that greeted his nose was like the caress of a long lost lover and he stood. I loved it.He gave me a drink of water every 10 minutes or so, I guess, not reallysure to be honest. There was no time anymore, just Daddy, and me, Daddy'scock and my eager, dripping mouth.He was throbbing hard now, in that irregular pulsing way that means hisorgasm is right up against the wall and ready to break through....we wereboth deep in our sub- and Dom-spaces, tuned into each others breaths andmuscles and movement and minds, and bodies......oh Daddy yes yes pleasefeed me, do it please,. Only engage in intimate physical contact with your group, partner, or me. No being rude. No anal. I don’t enjoy monkey screeches. Lastly, be gentle. These are girls, not football jocks. Okay, go ahead…” Mrs. McD winked. This was gonna be fun.. . . “First,” I began. “I’m going to undress you each one at a time, alright?” The three girls blushed and nodded. I pressed on. “Then, I will have Alana give me a handjob. Is that good with you, Alana?” She grinned. “I think that will be fine, Drew. What. As I said before, this story isn't for everyone. So, consider this your only warning.For those of you that are still with me, allow me a moment to give you some context behind the events I plan on writing in more intimate detail:Among my many family members, there are only two that enjoy a good piece of classical music. Myself being one and the other being my aunt, Amy. Two years ago, she rented a hotel room for us to stay when we took a trip to the big city as the large concert processions of.