Boy, did I pick the right place. When I talked to the receptionist, he made it easy on me. He asked if this was my first time and I said, yes. He sug...gested Marissa. And I, not really having a preference, said "that's fine". We set the time and that was that. Now I just had to show up. I made sure I was going to be there on time, in fact I was there about ten minutes early. Marissa was still with another client and I was offered a cup of coffee or a soda and sat in the lobby surrounded by. “But ... does she know you’re over here?”“I do.”I jumped and swivelled to see the raven-haired witch smirking at me from behind.“The beast has made two passes over parts of the army. There have been some burns, but none severe. I believe the bola launchers and Circle sheep are moving into position now. I suggest we move, immediately, if you still wish to arrive before it is downed.”“We have to wait for the King,” I whined.She scoffed. “He does not command the Grey Wardens, last I checked.”“No,”. Her tongue, so wet, and shiny with lust, as she licked...and then lapped at the bottom of the shoe, no idea where it had been, what she had stepped in, her only thought was to please her Master, to obey. God, she was dripping, as Mary replaced one foot with the other to have her clean that shoe as well. Master chuckled, but then moved behind Mary---dammit she was so sexy, in that tight dress that looked like it was molded on her curvaceous body. So sexy, big breasts, but not too big, and curvy. This is how she saw herself. A "daemon woman wailing" from her cavern, possessed by an unquenchable lust and need to be ravished. The royal whore of Ancient Egypt and Greece. She longed for the divine rain of sperm from the slaves masturbated during the ritual orgies. She was the libertine and wanton Lady who, cloaked by darkness, leaves her palace and goes out to be fucked for hours in the city bordellos. She was the aristocratic lady, dressed in outlandish silk gowns, posed in a doggy.