I was watching my little pony in the living room, and i don't think i even knew he had company. But it was when I went to the restroom that I met Stev...e. I was somewhat shocked when I opened the restroom door and saw a older boy standing over the tolite massaging and trying to take care of his hard on. He may have been startled too, but I really didn't noticed, I was too busy staring."If you want to watch, come in, but shut the door." He said after a few seconds. I came in and shut the door. At first it had been unconscious—replacing her plain, worn-out underthings, one at a time, with something just a little bit fancier or more colorful. But over time it became the way she rewarded herself for any small success, or after a hard week or when she was feeling down. Her friends would be shocked, she knew, if they had any idea how much money was spent by no-nonsense, no-time-for-boyfriends Marcia Fischer on frills and flutters and lace—and on strappy shoes with mile-high spike heels. I kept my focus on the Astral, watching her as I nodded. ‘Now you can start casting your spells, Apprentice.’ She nodded wordlessly and began to draw on small amounts of mana to fuel her magic. I watched as she worked her magic, noting how she shaped the mana to produce the spells. I shifted back and forth between the Astral and normal sight, watching her work her magic and observing the results. She turned towards me and paused. I switched back to the Astral and readied the ring on my finger.. She cant figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she.