He was a magical source, a very powerful sorcerer. It was only natural that other magical beings sensed him.Looking at the sunrise he sighed, his home... was empty and in need of someone to clean it. Daren moved to this mansion on a cliff above the shore to get away from menial work. He needed a maid. He thought and though on who would make a good maid.A mermaid would need water constantly, a witch would try to over power him, a nymph would be too playful when serious work needed to be done. A. Confronted with the possibilities, spending a few days a month at your local Pharm facilities for a good squeeze didn't sound so bad.And that was exactly Miriam's problem.She used to look down on the Pharm Girls she saw walking around campus, their back pushed forward by the weight of their sore, bursting udders. Many did. Cows, that's how she and her snotty friends called them, unironically sipping their Starbucks Lattes while condemning them for surrendering their body to capitalist. Cass snickered at the look on her face. Lia rolled her eyes and smirked, rolling her tongue up and down his penis.His face quickly changed at the sensation. Her mouth quickly swallowed his length, the head now in her throat. Cassius let out a guttural moan looking down at the beautiful woman. He removed his shirt as her hair was getting caught in the buttons. Lia marveled at the hard, smooth panes on his body. Each a perfectly defined muscle covered in intricate tattoos.Lia started slowly. "Good afternoon, Chuck," Dr. Faber began, "This is Mr. Bloom, herepresents the hospital. And this is Mr. Eaton. He'll be representingyou. Do you understand?"A wide grin broke across my face, and I could feel a dull throb with it."Sure do, Doc. What's up... Doc?" I smiled at my joke in spite of theache. "Is something wrong?"Bloom answered. "There were some... complications with your surgery."Eaton jumped in. "If you're not up to this, we can discuss it later." No, no. I'm just fine," I said..