“You are pretty from all sides.”Myre blushed.“Before I leave,” Tillian said, interrupting the moment between the pair. “What is the name of ...he strongest mage in your kingdom?”Myre and Leya looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged.“I don’t know if our kingdom even has mages,” Myre said. “Father handles all of that kind of stuff. I’ve never seen a mage before.”Tillian nodded. “Very well. I will also need bits of your clothes”Without waiting, Tillian ripped off a piece of Myre’s pants.. Her husband never came near us when I was in the kitchen and the most I ever saw of him was when he opened the door or when he called goodbye on my exit. That part of the visits never bothered me. That particular evening I parked on the street in front of Lynette’s house as usual but as I approached the door I noticed that her husband’s pick-up truck was missing from the driveway. In four years of coming to see her, this was the first time the truck wasn’t there. The second unusual occurrence. He led me back to the couch and sat down on it. He had his hand on my now very hard bulge in my pants. Mark rubbed and squeezed my cock, un zipped me and stroked my hardness. I just stood there and watched as he leaned in and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked me for a few seconds and slowly licked his way up my belly to my nipples then my neck back to my mouth. By now he had his cock out too. I reached my hand around his cock and felt how utterly hard/soft and hot it felt. Mark began pushing. She had thought about going to Milan to study, but her family didn’t have the money. She didn’t mind, she had her friends and she liked the outdoors. The village was located high in the Italian Alps, so there was skiing in the winter and hiking in the summer. She lived a happy life.That changed when she met the photographer who after taking a few pictures of her left to go back to Milan. She didn’t hear from him for weeks and had almost forgotten about the photo shoot when she got a phone call..