My god, you are so beautiful…. I reach down to remove his boxers, but he pushes my hand away. Lets make this all about you for awhile…let me pleas...e you…. We lay back on the bed and we kiss passionately and his hands explore. He caresses my butt, his fingertips gently rub my nipples through the fabric, and he uses his teeth to undo the laces and my breasts fall free. He kisses them softly and blows on them and Im getting incredibly wet. I reach out and hand him a bottle of warming oil, and he. Nash, they have this saying.” I whispered as I worked to lean myself forward. I placed my mouth right next to Mr. Nash’s ear. “You can’t rape the willing.” I then leaned my head back against the wall, a smile spread across my face. I was no longer nervous or scared, but excited. I kept the look in my eyes like I was a little on edge, but I felt I might be wanting whatever it was I was about to receive. A shiver ran down his spin as Mr. Nash grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back. He closed his eyes, forcing all thoughts and distractions out of his mind and focusing only on the flow of his mana, shrouding him like invisible flames. He imagined it moving across his body in a cyclical motion, applying the symmetry and uniformity of a spiral. The churning mantle began to settle, the chaos submitting to the order of the current. Soon enough, his mana had calmed, but that wasn’t enough; he needed it to grind to a halt. He started gingerly slowing the current while keeping his. ‘I love writing, and I think it helps guide the whole thing. Frees people up to know what they’re supposed to be doing and thinking, what their motivation is.’ ‘You do the writing?’ Molly asked. ‘It’s a small operation,’ Joe said. ‘I do a lot – producing, a lot of the directing and writing. Acting some times.’ Molly thought about that. Acting. That meant this man who had been talking about her ass, her legs, her hips and chest might not have just been looking at her as someone who would be in a.