Finally I saw one about halfway into the book. 'To heal illnesses', itsaid.I took a deep breath and called my husband. "Matthieu, See this! It'ssuppos...ed to cure illnesses. I am going to try this on the Comtesse. Itwill also be a test of the book."He snorted. "What if it kills her?" Maybe nothing to lose!"Together we went up to the Comtesse's room. I sniffed the air indistaste. It now had an unpleasant smell of fever. The woman's face wasflushed and covered with perspiration. Her brow felt hot.. Why did you take the personal risk?”“Yes, there was a risk. But, they had been drinking, I hadn’t. They were boisterous and wild; I was calculating the angles and likely moves. They were going to be wild in an assault; I was going to be precise and deliberate. There was a risk, but I was trained for that situation, I didn’t think they were.” He turned to face me, put a finger on my right nipple, then my left. “Ultimately, I took the risk for these.”“My nipples?”“No, as nice as they are, no.” He. ” Mike moaned from up above the table. Thanks to his small size, Emma had no trouble bottoming her lips out against his furry pubic mound.The position she was in made sucking him off a bit awkward, kind of like she was using a (very short) snorkel to breathe underwater. Mike wasn’t complaining one bit, though. Emma could tell he was trying to push his pelvis harder against her mouth but with his waistline already pressed against the table that was pretty much impossible.One of Emma’s hands. She was dressed in her usual wardrobe. Tight blue jeans that hug her hips and ass. Tight around her legs also. Tight tee that shows off her size C tits and snug on her flat stomach. She always looks sexy. I could tell something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying and was clutching what looked like a picture in her hand. “What is it Sabrina? What’s wrong? Can I help?” I asked while sitting up on the edge of the bed. She toss what she was holding in her hand at me. Without saying a.