Enough that it had become rather boring to me. Against my teacher's recommendations, I had declined to enroll in New Amsterdam University's Medical Ma...gics program years ago. While I'm sure others would have enjoyed the prestige and wealth that being a medical mage would have brought them, my taste for magic had always been a bit darker. I loved reading historical accounts of the history of magic, of the early formulation of demonic summoning, the roots and battles of the first and second. " Yes, yes, good. Come in!"The man stepped back and allowed her into the tower. It smelled of rot. Shields and swords hung on the walls, although clearly its master was not one for their use.The old man waved a hand forwards. "Come with me to my room. We have much to discuss."Melancthe was feeling slightly sick with nerves, but she followed the old man as he walked at some pace through the winding corridors of the tower. Her burgoning magic powers and sharp wits were the only thing that could. "You know you've got a really sexy backside." I leered as she fetched me a bottle."Wow, Rolling Rock, it's my favourite lager, I'm impressed." and I was too, the aroma coming off the steaks was amazing and the first lager went down like a sinking ship."The razor awaits." she giggled and shimmied out of her panties before settling down on the sofa with a bottle of lager, I lathered her up slowly and enjoyed the way she squirmed under my hands."My bum too." she giggled and then gasped as I. She was in a white shirt and a black pencil skirt almost to her knees. She smiled at me and said hi. I only put on a surprised expression on my face.I told her that I was visiting some friends and was happy to run into her on my long way back home. She smiled and continued the conversation. The crowd at the station boarded the train and it was heavily packed. We both were squeezed together. It was heaven. Her boobs were crushing onto my chest.She must be 5’6 or 5’7. I apologized to her for.