"You have pretty toes." he said.She looked down."What a strange thing to say." she said."Well you know how some people have big gnarly toes, yours are...like your fingers, long and slender and they go down, evenly. They're pretty." he said."Thank you." she said."You need to wear like a toe ring or something, or an ankle bracelet." he said."No I don't." she said thinking it would look nice.He pulled out a little box."Sure you do." he said and she opened the box and pulled out the gold ankle. Turning to face my cock, which hovered at eye-level about ten inches from her face, she hung her bra over its stiffness. “Hmm,” she said, adding her blouse to the arrangement. “Now sit down.”I walked carefully back to the couch, so as not to drop my cargo and sat back down with her clothes d****d over my tent-pole erection.“How do you like my tits?” She asked, cupping their impressive volume in her hands.“They’re beautiful,” I admired. And they were. Her breasts had the voluminous softness of. ”“You don’t need to worry about that. There’s a reason phoenix got away with so much when he was alive. The others tried to stop him once and he almost destroyed them without even breaking a sweat. He was always the most powerful of all of us, except for the fallen one. And if you have even half of his power then I don’t think the others will be willing to risk a fight.”“Alright, in that case, let’s go.”“hold on a second, you said there was a price to be paid for gaining the knowledge, what. Tom met us in front with a small dim flashlight."Hey, dudes, I'm sorry but I must have fucked up the power to the place because everything went dark. Maybe you can take a look." Tom fuck something up? No, say it isn't so!The four of us went to the utility room. While Bill and I -- and obviously Tom -- didn't really know what the hell was going on, Frank was handy and made a thorough inspection of all of the breakers, electrical lines, etc. At least to the extent possible using only the one.