Do not worry; I will not hurt you." Arrian tried to soothe her as much as he could.He didn't know why he protected her; only that he 'felt' he had to.... It was a feeling only a few others enjoyed at the moment."Thank you." She whispered.Arrian gave her a smile but said nothing more as he drove towards home.Jared Peterson sat at home looking through the Michael's Murder case file. A lot of things did not add up."Fuck! What am I missing?" He roared in frustration.At the time of the Michaels. I considered making yet another purchase, at the booksellers. He had a treatise on magic. I wanted it desperately, but it cost two Golds. While I had the money, that would eat into my savings by ten percent. I had been dickering with him for over two weeks now, and had gotten the price down as far as I could.I finally decided to buy it. It would make for good reading, this winter. It had new spells for me to learn (well, new to me, anyway). It had been written by a mage long dead, who only. I shuddered at the thought of my two children discovering the fact I was a Jamaican man's slut to do with as he pleased and with their father watching in an aroused trance.“You know it’s true. You don't want little dicklette.” Devonte swatted my ass for good measure. I was sure my pale skin was turning into a crimson shade. He waited. Another hard slap followed by another caused me to yelp and stumble forward. I knew the rules, it was forbidden for me to speak unless Devonte spoke to me. I. She had seen him naked earlier that evening. He was the leader of the ‘Stripping Fireman’ that her friends had hired for her hen night. She had specifically asked them all not to organise any strippers and to keep it all clean. After the meal in the hotel they retired to a private room; all fifteen of them, work colleagues, family and close friends. As they sat down with a drink the door opened and five firemen walked in. The leader walked up to her and told her that there was a fire in the.