Her wet lipsticked mouth was slightly parted, the tip of her tongue moistening her upper lip. I watched, fascinated, as a single water droplet disappe...red into the folds of luminescent silk.Her nipples pressed against her blouse as I envisioned a delicate bra that left little to the imagination. I lost myself in thoughts of my hot tongue brushing over her tightening nipples that soon dissolved into a diabolical need to crush her hardened points between my thumb and forefinger as I took her from. Her swaying breasts brushed Moe’s face. Moe stopped thrusting but left his fingers in place. ‘The license plate, Opal?’ She gasped out, ‘Please, please. Don’t stop.’ ‘Up to you, doll. You know what it takes to get it started again.’ ‘S1659.’ ‘You’re sure that’s the number?’ Opal had closed her eyes. Her mouth was open, sucking in air. ‘Yes, I’m sure,’ she said between breaths. ‘1-6-5-9 the number of Rembrandt’s self portrait.’ Opal was obviously a little deeper than Moe had given her credit. It was still quite warm. I was enjoying the mixed feelings of anxiety, excitement and shear shock of the adventure that was clearly ahead of me. He was not leaving me in any doubt he was up for taking advantage of my situation and I was not going to complain one bit.He got out and lifted my bike in to the back of his pick-up - the first time I got chance to see his physique, all pure muscle mmm I thought. 'Up to you, get in the back with your bike or up front with me?' 'Up front, I like up. The professor looked nice in a bikini. Yara smiled when she thoughtabout how Jas would have viewed this picture.Not to kid herself, how she was viewing the picture. Yara bozo'd off thesite.If Professor Helfast was fey, she'd been here for a while. Or faked itsomehow.Still. Something was off about the professor. Too much confidence, forone. I mean, who was deliberately rude to a fey? Any fey? Much less afairy princess.Maybe it was the glyphs.The collar.Yara pinched the bridge of her nose.A.