This will not be over until he is dead!"I bid goodby to King Haran and ran to gather my forces. Neatty was most likely at his Manor House, and that wa... where we had to search first. I talked by radio to the commanding officer of the base where my detachment normally resided, he offered to bring the whole complement of soldiers to aid in the attack on the Neatty House. We agreed on a meeting place, and I ran to my flier.Once I was airborne, I called Anslee to tell her where I would be, but she. "Bad slave! Turn, here," as I directed her head beneath the spray. I worked the water through her hair, seeking out and rinsing away the last traces of soap. She purred as I began to apply the conditioner, and grasped my throbbing tool once again, as my attention was diverted. "You know what bad slaves get, do you not?" I admonished her."Do bad slaves get their butts spanked?" she asked, coquettishly. "Or would a bad old master have something more sinister in mind?" How sinister might you. In one head bob motion my cock head was taken into the warmth of her mouth. She engulfed all ten inches to the hilt, both her hands firmly on each of my thighs guiding me in. She sucked nonstop for what felt like five minutes, no let ups pauses or breaks. This woman could suck some cock. The best I could do was stiffen my balls and hold on tight not to release. Slobbering, licking, sucking up the drooling mess she would make, sucking down to the hilt with an occasional gag. Glenda pushed back. “Anyone with a bit of training can use a wand to close wounds and do a few basic repairs. However, anything more technical requires skills, as well as knowledge. You can’t fix broken bones without ensuring they are in the right position to seal for one. That requires using the wand’s gravitic capabilities to move them as well as keeping the nerves from activating and killing the patient from shock. Same with DNA re-sequencing and viral eradication. It’s an art form in a sense and it’s not.