Standing before the raven haired beauty was the famous half-elven thief Lillian. Her hair was long and silver, her eyes were light blue. Her skin was ...fair and smooth and her face was even more beautiful than the prostitute on the bed. Her body was curvaceous, yet toned. She possessed long legs, an inviting hip, thin waist, and large breasts that seemed to perfect to not be made by magic."I've heard you had a job for me Ivy," Lillian said smoothing out the crease in her tight, dark grey outfit. Finally, I found the heavy, sound proofed door that led to the side of the stage and eased it aside. Immediately, I gladly felt my nerves evaporate as my senses became overwhelmed by the power of the theatre. My nostrils became filled with familiar scent of white smoke as I inclined my head upwards and smiled to the warm glow of the lights that basked my face from above. My eyes watched the many, busy stage-hands as they rushed about in a quiet, chaotic way, while my ears were filled with the. The thick head of his cock pushes and opens my throat, again and again. My chokes and gags fill the air, but we both know I enjoy this almost as much as he does. The sounds and the mess I make I my attempts to open my throat to him turn us both on. They are the sounds of submission. My fingers press even further back, in an act I’ve never attempted before, and I press two of them just over his own tight hole. “Ah, Corrine!” He yells out, but doesn’t stop me. I know my fingers are dry, and I. Like mother, like daughter. However, that particular day she was wearing a micro miniskirt and my hands were holding bare flesh. My fingertips were resting in her ass crack. One fingertip was touching her tiny asshole and the thin string from her panties that was bisecting it.She giggled and said, “Oh! That feels good.”I said, “I’m sorry.” Then I quickly moved my fingertip.She giggled and said, “Not your finger silly, your hard-on is pressed into my pussy and it feels good rubbing against my.