Still she was pretty hot.She slid off the stool and I feared for her balance. Yet she caught herself before she toppled. She poked at her hair as she ...tudied her reflection in the mirror, though I can't say she made any improvements. A stray tress fell back over her forehead and she blew at it ineffectually.Without a word she wheeled around and made her way out into the night. I waited long enough to divorce my departure from hers in the minds of the other patrons. I left a five dollar bill on. When I had the five sets, I told them to entertain Lisa for a few minutes while I copied the IDs.I took everything to what I knew was the yacht club office. No one was there and the copy machine was not difficult to figure out. I made two copies and looked for their fax machine. I inserted one set of the copies and dialed the international toll free number for the Secret Service. The Marshals should have something like that. As soon as it began transmitting, I called the Secret Service office. " We all sat, or so I thought. When I had taken my place I saw that Oluth still remained stiff. The Sorcerer was smarter than to let the mighty bull free. Saela muttered something in Sylvan, but bravely tucked into the meal, gorging herself with a little bit of each part of the feast. I jealously wondered how she could maintain such a svelte figure with an appetite such as this. "Let the Minotaur go." Valsivale said firmly. "No. He shall be the prize." He replied. I could take it no longer,. As Roger withdrew his fingers from Doug’s hole, Doug drew his knees up a little, raising his arse. Hands shaking with excitement, Roger tugged Doug’s muscular buttocks apart with both hands, lowering himself over him until his knob was pressed against the other man’s hole. He pushed forward; his knob lodged firmly in the puckered concave of Doug’s arse, but as he applied more pressure, his knob suddenly slipped away from its target, sliding up the crack of Doug’s buttocks. Raising his hips, he.