I dispatched all of the men to take care of you.’ ‘That sounds like a lot just for one man.’ ‘Well this village isn’t too big, and there isn...��t much to do here besides so most were more than happy to go. Unfortunately that leaves me with a handful of volunteering ladies and out of practice guards to protect the place.’ ‘I don’t wish to bring trouble,’ Navrin replied, fear creeping into him. This Blood Elf didn’t seem to be as friendly and hospitable as the rest he had encountered. ‘You already. "Wait, I think I get it. You want me to make her horny, don't you?" Yes, but don't pour it on all at once. Work in tandem with Cassie." Fuck, man, this is the greatest plan I've ever heard," Richie said with a grin. "C'mon, dude, get to me, what do I do? I want a piece of her, too!" Actually, that's where you come in, Richie," said Jason. "You're the only one of the group that can directly control people. You get to lead the final charge. You try to get control of her while Cassie and Heather. He let his right hand fall over her ass and the fingers to softly drag along the slippery folds of her exposed pussy. He could see in the mirror as she gritted her teeth loving the contact. He lifted her up and sat her on his lap before leaning back and pulling her back upon his chest. He reached around and cupped her breasts with his hands letting the thumb and forefinger of each hand roll and tug on her nipples. The rough fabric of his jeans felt exquisitely naughty on her tender warm ass. She danced! Her gorgeous evening gown flowing about her like water, her hair done up perfectly, even hints of the perfect perfume swirled out from her as she moved. And, she danced! There was laughter and flirting and admiring young men trying to get just one dance. There was punch and cookies, there was music and light, and she danced, all through the night. She was 22 years old. She walked down the isle. Everyone was there. Butterflies danced madly in her stomach, her gown her mother’s, her.