She also knew that there was just absolutely no way that she was getting up in front of this huge crowd to make her speech without those notes. Being ...mpromptu with a class of sixth graders was not the same as being impromptu before 10,000 people - no matter how sympathetic that crowd was towards you.With all this stuff buzzing around in Vanessa’s head she raced off from Tracey and was soon heading back home to get those notes. As she rounded the corner to her street she noticed the same car. She said the Sanderson book was slow going but she was going to tough it out. I was reading the Nero Wolfe novel which was like visiting with an old friend for a few hours. Lavi was in the row ahead of us in a long conversation about building an Instagram following with a middle-aged man who was partially flirting with her but also apparently an advertising executive and genuinely curious about it. Once he complimented her dress I thought about dumping a glass of ice on his head but then. He collapsed on his knees, snarling in pain.“Sven!” I gasped as he rose, convulsion wracking me.Then I heard laughter. I spotted the flutter of pink butterfly wings around the trees, the momentary glimpse of a pale, busty body. Anger surged through me. A faerie. Using illusions. Tricking us. But I was a Radiant of Rithi. I was trained in the art of painting. I had mastered it.And illusions were merely painting with magic.“Gods damn it!” Sven snarled, stumbling back, blocking an unseen blow. But. Up. Suck. Swallow. Lick. Down. Leo grabbed my hair as hard as he could and pushed his hips up into me. I felt the penis slide up into me and when the head finally erupted, it was encased in my throat once more. I closed my eyes as the hot, sweet cum made contact with my insides and slid down into me. It shimmered all the way to my belly. Leo shot into me three times before the penis began to wither in exhaustion. I firmly trapped it with my lips and held it sill with my tongue. My reward was.