Shaver if he could make use of his desk, and for the second time that morning I found myself bent over his cold desk, this time with my breasts bare a...nd sore and Pete Townsend spreading the cheeks of my ass to stare down at my holes.He spit onto my ass a couple times, and at first I thought he was going to go straight to fucking me there. But then he spread the wetness around with his hand before pulling it back and striking my now damp flesh. HARD. And again, and again. The only sound in the. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his slut. His fingers are caressing over my back slowly and teasingly. He leans down and kisses me passionately, our tongues playing. Master is hard with me but his kisses always show he loves me. As soon as our kisses stop he is putting a ball gag in my mouth. I know what’s coming. He’s doing. " With things as weird as they were, I'd probably need a clear head. "You won't get drunk with that," she laughed lightly, gesturing to the glass. "Conjuration's have no true substance. As real as they seem... they are little more than solid illusions." "I can't get drunk?" I asked, looking at the glass again, suddenly wondering what it would be like to drink a whole bottle and not feel drunk. "A mortal can eat a feast of conjured food," the told me, "yet starve to death at the same time. It. I stayed with Mark as much as possible, as much as the doctors would let me. I had even refused to leave the waiting room till after the surgery and it would be a full day before I returned home and cleaned myself up. I ate little, slept hardly at all, my own health beginning to degrade so after two weeks when I started to get sick in the mornings, dizzy, nauseous, I didn't recognize the symptoms for what they meant. Or possibly I did and simply ignored what my body was telling me, my attention.