The main objective was to save the other sister.”“You killed two of those five Trolls if I heard correctly.”“And I still see nightmares about ...t!”I couldn’t help it. I snapped as it was just too much. I didn’t see nightmares about those killings every night, but once a week I probably woke up sweating just when I had witnessed how my arrow missed the troll and hit Astrid instead. Or then I was just too slow. Or something else. I barely noticed how the Sergeant cleared his throat.“I’m sorry,. They both enjoyed making magic side-by-side during the day or whenever the muse whispered. For Sara, the muse often whispered in the middle of the night, and as any good artist knows: when the moose talks, you listen no matter what the hour.Prue had gotten in the habit of making Jenna "rounds" at night, checking in on Sara same as Jenna did Becky and Cathleen. Whenever Prue found Sara's bed empty, she slipped quietly over to the sunroom. Most every time she found her missing child playing. Danielle was often in awe of Jasmine and the way she had made her way up the corporate ladder, and brought her to the home often. Although I was pleased that Danielle had this new friend in her life to provide a welcome source of entertainment, I must admit that the woman intimidated me. Jasmine was a five foot ten black amazon, with muscular arms and a broad chest beneath a carved but beautiful face framed by hair that ran down to her shoulders. She seemed to have a toned stomach and her jeans. I yelp in pain and my hand flies to cover my pussy Amber! Master roars. I move my hand and spread my legs wider as a sorry, SMACK SMACK SMACK. I begin to weep&hellip,open those lips Amber, I see your clit wants to come out and play, needs some attention. I do so, opening my lips.. SMACK SMACK MASTER I yell and weep out&hellip, Please Master You have been very bad Amber, coming late to class.. bad grades&hellip, not satisfying the professors. SMACK SMACK on my ass now&hellip, it was burning.