. a few more. No change. More of the same lovely, soothing, professional massage. She was not going to ask again. She was sweating. Her pussy was prac...ically weeping with its need, but she would *not* beg. She would end it first…Then… something. It took her some time, holding herself still, attending to every ethereal point of contact to her skin, to identify what. A subtle, slow shift altered the motions of the tendrils. Kneading of deep tissue was graduated into lighter and lighter strokes,. He nervously glanced at the mages who surrounded him, buttheir blank faces gave no answers. All he saw on their faces were looksof hope, of sorrow and even some of disinterest or amusement. Taking a deep breath, Sorven looked once again into the darkness below.He'd come there seeking power, and knowing that there'd be a price topay. But did he really want to pay it, he wondered for the thousandthtime. Did he really want the magic that much? Was he willing to payany price for magic? Sorven. We were in a corner booth and Mack convinced her that her show would be private. I added that even if someone did catch a glimpse of what was going on it would just add a little excitement to the event. I observed as Mack eased her skirt up past the V of her crotchles panties. Her red pussy hairs were plainly visible to all of us in the booth. exposing her. Her vulva was already lubricated from the previous fingering of the other men at out booth. I had certainly seen my wife's cunt before, but. The hand he had on her ass, he slid it along her ass until it was between her legs cupping her sex in his fingers. As he continued sucking and teasing her nipples, he started running his fingers over her pussy, drawing his fingers over her ever-increasingly wet lips. With her completely cupped in his hand, he took a finger and rubbed her clit as he massaged her mound in his palm, leaving her moaning even louder.Kevin, taking the quickest of glances to get the lay of her room, started guiding.