I don’t have the skill to fight someone like that.”“Which means you’ll have to get more spells than just a tracking spell,” she said. “And... you’ll need to practice them.” Then she crawled over me, lining her nude body up along mine.A wave of euphoria swept through me, followed quickly by the craving to do more than simply touch Cassandra. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips hungrily. Her statements were correct. I would need more spells than just tracking, and I would need to. "Not yet, baby," Janet said with an evil grin as she clamped her hand firmly over his cock head, stifling any impulse Mark had to cum. She pulled him forward and down until Mark was on his knees. She spread her shaved pussy with her fingers. "Now it's your turn."Mark eagerly lapped at her succulent vaginal lips. He alternated between swirling the tip of his tongue around her swollen clit, and then thrusting it as far as possible up her clasping cunt.Janet grasped his head in both hands and. .. cocky, so self-congratulating.He's swaggering up towards me in his fatigues, and he's one of the guys who actually looks good in them, who doesn’t look like a prick. I mean he is a prick, but he looked more fucking hot than I wanted to admit. He's cradling his gun and he says - get this - "That was me claiming your ass for tonight."He smacks his hand to the cheek he's just shot and he grips it, and then he holds up his gloved hand to my face and there’s pink paint all over it. He says, "It. He was about to leave when he noticed a stack of paper cups. He grabbed those as well. Exiting the building, he handed the stuff to Kelly. Juan took it out of her hands and said, “Kelly, I will carry this for you.”Kelly smiled at him and said, “Thank you, Juan.”In a short time, the man had been medicated. Beth wrote out a note that stated his vital signs, her diagnosis, the medication that had been given him, and the time at which she had been there. She signed the note with the phrase, ‘John.