Before they knew it the hour went by and it was now 12:00noon and Jessicas mother was calling for them it was time to get the roast stuffed and spitte... to be ready by dinner time, Jessica was helped to her feet and surprisingly her labia were not in much pain witch was a relief to her, she had hoped to enjoy the spit sliding though her she would be able to do that if her pussy was in burning pain, that would just add to her torture. Jessica was lead down stairs by her father to the kitchen. I laughed in my mind at that thought as the edges of the room crept in around me. It all became quiet, let them use what they could I thought. The velvet embrace of sleep came all too late to my weary mind.I don't truly remember much after that, the horny duo went on for sometime after I passed out but I remember the crash, it sounded like thunder ripping through stone. The ottoman I was tethered to was flung over onto the floor jostling me awake for a minute. All the lights were off, power. In the lounge I went to the same seat at the far corner of the bar as the night before. This time I moved the chairs some what so there was a little more room between my chair and the one next to me. With my back to the wall, I started in on my drink and a fresh smoke.Wham, she came in. She was wearing what appeared to be a modest, very loose, sleeveless blouse and a slightly flared skirt, just above the knees. Coming up to me, she took my arm, leaned into me and kissed me on my hairy cheek.. As I grew older I was assigned to help the blacksmith. Which both strengthened me and taught me about the weapons we made. I still practiced every chance I got but now I had real weapons I could use. I was sixteen when a major war came between dozens of mages and the mage king.My master packed up his household and servants and we headed towards the Quench. That was a large valley where the closest enemy mage was gathering an army. I walked beside the smith wagon and thought and thought. A day.