She quickly lured him out of his shell, her bubbly bright personality and insistent conversation all but forcing him to enjoy himself, not that he nee...ed forcing, just that he was trying to figure out at which point the rug would be pulled out from under him.As the date progressed and the wine flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked more and more. Despite her beauty and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her reputation as a bit of an airhead, that there wasn’t much more. He lapped at her, like a parched cat lapping it’s favourite cream. Arching her back she held his face to her. He feasted harder, his skilled tongue twisting down to her tight rosebud.“Get up,” he ordered, pulling her up and dragging her weakened, naked body around to the front of his car. “Hands out.”“We can’t,” she resisted. “Someone might turn up.”“Then I suggest you do it quickly. Hands out.” Luke placed his hands on top of hers, spreading her hands onto the cold surface of the car. His knee. She continued , from front backwards , millimeter by millimeter and when her lower lips reached the joint of my foreskin at the bottom of the tip of my tool , I could take no more since I felt something was trying to come out and it was wasn’t . It was akin to vomiting sensation but nothing really coming out. When I was holding her hair by my hand , she used her twin hands to unbutton my shirt from the bottom of shirt and it gave in to her , by exposing my chest .She spread her finger tips all. “True though,” chuckled Roxanne.‘It prevents silly questions. Mages should think for themselves.”“Your boredom threshold is far too low,” I replied with a grin, matched by Roxanne’s.‘That too,’ came her infectious giggle.“Never alone when you’re married to a Seer.” I laughed out loud.“True John, but you must be used to it,” Roxanne replied.“Not even close.”‘You love me really.’“That I do, my love, that I do.”“So Loegrian space,” Roxanne stated, bringing the conversation back on track.“Best bet.