" It is a big deal," she answered. "But it won't be, because of these." She pulled a small package out of her lone bag. It appeared to be oneof the ...hokey gift things, two tiny bottles and some straw shrink-wrappedtogether in a miniature fruit crate. One of the bottles said "For Him,"the other, "For Her." What are those?" Potions." Potions?" Yes. I got them at the magic shop at the mall." There's a magic shop at the mall?" Sure there is. The one with the funny old man in the bathrobe. . Mark was an up-and-coming reporter in a medium-sized Midwestern town. Aftergraduating with honors from Columbia, he was hoping to make it big asworld-renowned journalist.But what Mark soon realized was the big story wasn't going to come to him.He was going to have to go after it. Unless there was a major governmentscandal locally or some sort of disaster, he was never going to draw enoughnational attention to his journalistic skills that could land him areporting job at a big-city. He did the same for Amara and the young, young girls and a half dozen other Chaldain females. The dancer then sat on his face and let many full farts, almost all in succession while the Sandavans were beside themselves with shock and disgust. Amara and the young, young girls combined for many additional farts and when they were finished, Shadi admitted that he was addicted to their farts and there was no reversing his addiction–and–that Chaldain girls ruled because of their superior butts and. " She waited for his reply, but Charlie was mute. "Please do it, Charlie. Don't make me beg you." A begging woman is hard to resist," he gently teased.With big, hot eyes and husky voice, she begged for what she wanted as she led him back to the barn. "Hurry," she pleaded as he tied her across the rail again.Her sex was bloated and wet. Her hips twitched. "Fuck me good, Charlie. Fuck me good," she demanded. His strong hands seized her by the hip bones as he rutted into her. "Oh, God. Oh, God.".