Ant the other holding her knee, keeping he legs wide open. We were not saying a word now. Her eyes locked on my cock, watching me start to jack my coc...k. I quietly asked her if she liked what she saw. And to my surprise She quickly dropped to her knees making her way inbetween my legs for a closer look. ShE looked up at me with her best "fuck me" face, licked her lips then swallowed as much of my cock as she could. She looked up again almost with a look of approval. So I let her know it was OK. 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. As she had done with Emmy for the six weeks she was there. Those kids were simply too isolated; the environment too insular.For the smokescreen, I decided to go old school. A long-shot idea and I was far from confident that Cathal Conway would want any part of it. But with his hard-bitten Northern Ireland background, I suspected that an unorthodox approach might not be all that uncomfortable for him.Plus he had a daughter. And two, sort of, stepsons. Might be some natural sympathy for the kids. I knew the couple next door and probably knowing they might be at work, her mother usually comes up to the house during the day, so they may know where he's gone.I went to his neighbour and knocked on the door, no answer. I went round the back and knocked again, no answer. Odd I thought, so I had a cigarette, then knocked again, no answer. I thought I heard a noise so I looked through their front window and I saw this old chubby woman, with her left hand on her breast and her right hand in her.