There were already a few candles in the basement, and I fetched one as well. Finally, I put my pocketknife, a small lock-blade with a mostly black han...le, beside the rest of the stuff.The Ursus part of my brain commented that spells are more efficient the more of himself a magician puts into creating his tools and materials. The ideal situation would be to start by gathering by oneself the raw materials directly from nature. The magician would then create simple tools and use them to create. Hands groping, pulling, biting, licking and sucking. I close my eyes. Did last night really happen? The images are all there. The beautiful, male bodies surrounding me. Long thick cocks before my eyes. Pumping, stroking. All wanting me. To be inside of me. Feel my wet pussy. Tight on their shaft. The lust in their eyes. The animalistic rage. Male controlled by the cock between his legs, wanting only one thing, me. My pussy. My insides. To taste me, to touch me, to be deep inside me,. Katie pulled back and smiled while still staring at me."I have wanted to do that for a long time," she almost whispered."Yeah me too." I took my hand and placed it lightly on her thigh. She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She winked at me as she got up."See you later," she said as she walked away. I couldn't believe what had just happened, so I stepped out side of the cabin to get some fresh air, when I saw my friends sitting in a circle talking in the sand (there was a sand pit w/ a. Jack, the female on whom you have asked me to maintain surveillance, the mother of Lisa, the records I have been watching now say that she died on— he gave the date.Shit. Now I'd have to tell her. I hated having to do it, and I especially hated having to be the bearer of these particular bad tidings. She'd beat herself up for not having been there, even with her mom as out of it as she'd been, and I was the reason she hadn't been able to be there.She took it about as hard as I'd expected. I.