I have never fucked a woman in public like this before. You are a real slut lady. Your pussy is so tight too. God I can't wait to tell my buddies abou... this." You're going to need pictures pard."Gary was nuts. He had a digital camera in his hands and he just pulled the table away form us and started to take pictures of me being fucked in public, my dress down around my waist showing off my breasts, and you could see his cock as it pumped in and out of my pussy.I didn't try and stop him from. “Obliviate is an amateur’s tool. Using that spell on wizards and witches causes all kinds of problems. It’s like cracking an eggshell with a hammer. The spell I use will disconnect the memory from those around it, then remove it.”“I’ll be sad to lose this, but it’s probably for the best. I can’t feel guilty for what I don’t know. Still feels dishonest though.”“When I take the memory, I’ll store it. Maybe someday you can have it back. Maybe after we’ve all talked about what we want to do. Still, I held off riding to town for the longest time. Didn't even empty the mail box till Mom had been in the ground two weeks. Some of the mail in there was ruined, two checks I couldn't even read.One I could read was for more money than I had ever seen on a check, near five thousand dollars from some oil company. I practiced Mom's signature for weeks before I got up nerve to ride into town. Lauther stared at the check for a long time, front and back. "Well," he finally said, "that's a big. I raised my hand to cut her off.‘Never mind.’ I told her. ‘Come with me.’They followed behind me, silent and with their heads bowed as I was carried towards the town in my litter and the workshop of the master craftsman. Upon arrival, I sent two of my girls on an errand to a weaver to collect some cloth I had ordered, while the others remained outside as I stepped through the open door to the workshop. Daedalus was busy chipping away at a stone statue.‘Is there no end to your skills craftsman?’.