.” defeated, she sniffed, “I understand Master. I will do so and leave at once. Please help our guildies. Please.” Crying a final tear for all o... their losses, she disconnected.Miserably, the former Guildmaster of Ebony City, cleaned all the offices of any and all paperwork before going to the warehouse and seeking out the rare and valuable items which would fit in her personal Bag of Holding. Within two hours she had the maximum that her bag would hold and initiated the Elemental Invite spell. “Nancy and I have talked about it a good bit Mrs. Cratterfield. She talked me out of it ... said that I don’t have the temperament to be a performance artist.”Myra remembered discussing it with Nancy. “We never know if advising a student to try and follow a performance career is right or not,” she said. “One thing though Garven, just like college athletes, very few performance musicians make it to the top. Teaching was good for me; I have my private students which I can’t take any more of and I. She began to cover it in oil until it became slick and messy. Then she ordered me to lay on the oil covered raft and wallow in it like the fucking pig that I was. I couldn't help but laugh. Certainly, she couldn't be serious. That's when she gripped my balls, and reminded me of the rules. I then laid down on the raft and closed my eyes, rolling and basking myself in the oil on this raft. She told me I couldn't touch myself with my hands. After a few minutes, I looked up to see her in the lounge. He engulfed my cock in his mouth again. A wave of pleasure ran from head to toe as I writhed and writhed, cumming, squirting into his mouth. I came so much, and it felt like my entire insides were coming through the tiny hole in my sissy cock.I shuddered and went motionless as he sucked, coaxing the last drops of my sissy cum out of me. He raised his head off my crotch, my tired cock shrivelling back to its tiny size. He hadn’t swallowed, and I knew what was coming.But He first pulled the.