\neither of us had been politically correct in our younger dashing years. Neither had feared the retribution of a society gone awry. We didn’t care ...hen so we can care for each other now. It was the principles of love and mutual respect that governed our lives independently and now in relationship. We carried into this marriage a history of lifelong previous loving commitments and fidelity to our first partners in life. Through thick and thin, from poverty relative affluence. We had shared the. “No, no, there are no High Mages. You’re just a boy. You can’t gain that level of power at your age. It takes years of study,” she ground out in disbelief that I had cancelled her spell so easily.“Sorry, but I am what I am. Why didn’t you leave with the councillors, Mary Blackthorn?” I asked with compassion.“This is my home, my City. You can’t drive me away. I won’t let you. I had the others at my beck and call. I ruled, and I will rule again. That idiot Higgins and even your grandfather were. Each spurt of the cum was like a bomb going off in his brain and he heard Gwen gasp beneath him as his dick fired into her. Her body stiffened and twitched with shocks of ecstasy as she felt his burning hot cum shooting up and spreading through her insides. So hot and creamy it felt so good. She could feel it covering every inch of her cunt, she really could feel it. It felt so wonderful.They ground their hips a few more times to squeeze the last out of their climax’s. But all too soon they. Ever since she found her Daddy, the first time was always going to make her nervous. She had gone over it again and again in her head and always found different fantasies to bring her off. She was dressed as instructed as she boarded the train. Short flirty summer dress, heels and nothing else except her plug. It is now difficult to remember the time before she had her plug to allow her to feel stimulated all day long. She missed it so much when it wasn't inserted. In her bag she had her wand.