I repeated the location spell, only this time I conjured up the location of my home village. Just as I had thought, my village sat not more than ten m...les from where I now lay. I thanked the Goddess above for small miracles. I jumped to my feet, eager to be on my way. I used my magic to change the lightly flickering flame near the ground into a travel-sized lantern. If I hurried, I could be in my old village by breakfast.. I was already very wet! I slid my finger inside me and drew it along to my clitoris, pressing quite hard as I slid it across my sensitive bud. I played with my clit as I slid one then two fingers of my other hand into my wet cunt. As always it felt wonderful, but I had another hole to tend to. I squeezed some lube into a small bowl I use for massage oil and dipped my fingers into it. I massaged the lube around my puckered hole before slipping one finger slowly in while still circling my clit. She slid one finger into her ass, the other hand busy with her pussy. Watching Krysta's hot, dark stream made her feel like she had ever felt before, solo or otherwise. Krysta's piss was so dark because Krysta was still battling anorexia. She was dehydrated, skinny, and just Rachelle's type. The view of her ribs below her breasts paired with that liquid pouring from her pee-hole was making Rachelle's insides spasm and contract.Krysta finished her business and wiped herself clean with the paper. Stuart walked in with a thick file folder. Olivia Meyers was scheduled for 3 pm, and Marilyn needed to do one last review of the file before the appointment. Stuart set the file down and came around the desk. He gripped Marilyn’s tense shoulders with strong hands and began deeply massaging her knots. Leaning in toward her neck, Stuart inhaled her smell of sweet citrus with a little spice. Stuart might prefer big burly men, but he often made an exception in the last five years for Marilyn. She.