Breakfast. Of course, breakfast means getting out of bed. That implies moving. I hurt all over, that righteous hurt I’ve felt before where I know I�...��ve done honest, possibly ill-advised, but still honest, labor.“Call me a masseuse,” my mate said through a pillow.“Okay. You’re a masseuse,” I said.She rolled over. “Now I am compelled to get out of bed and beat you for that horrible effrontery,” she moaned. “God, Josh ... I ache all over...”“Moving helps,” I said. “Won’t feel good, but it really. I open my legs for him as he probes me. I can hear his fingers slide through my wetness. I can no longer hide my moans and can barely contain my desire for him. My legs begin to shake with pleasure. He puts another finger in my ass and I press by body towards him. He moves his finger deeper inside me-it hurts, but I don’t mind. I can no longer see the line that separates pleasure and pain. All I know is that I want him. He moves his fingers from my pussy and starts gently rub my clit. I look. It felt warm. Indeed it felt almost soothing...enticing.Frowning, Marie stretched both her hands out and bathed them both in the pillar of flame. She smiled. It was warm and pleasant. The flame widened as if inviting her to enter. Marie smiled. “So this is how I offer myself to you, Agun-Ral-Tora. So be it.” Marie stepped forward so that she was fully encompassed by the pillar of fiery light.The flame made a crackling sound and the fiery colour became even more intense. Marie gasped and her. It looked a lot like a mug full of beer coming straight at my head. I'd seen a guy walk into one of those in a bar fight in Berlin back in the 70s – and he never got up again! This guy wasn't playing.Except, it never reached its target. A hand grabbed it and stopped it in its arc. I backed away enough to see what was happening. A guy who was big enough that he didn't need the weapon – he had at least three inches over my 6-foot-2 – was poised to put my lights out permanently, but for the.