“No,” answered this chick. “She’s not hurt. She’s just drunk downstairs in the Uber.”Oh, okay. I calmed down a little and turned on the la...mp by my bedside. I realized that I was just in my boxers and nothing else. I pushed past this mystery girl and grabbed a T-shirt from my drawer. I also began to notice that this girl/chick/woman was hot. And I mean smokin’ hot. She’s the kind of girl that not only turns heads when she walks into a room, she gets the blood flowing to the nether regions.. If you wish to call that Magic, I can agree to that,” he told us.“Our benefactor, the party that we work for, sent us here to help you, but he didn’t tell us where he was sending us, only that we were to help you,” I told him.“He sent you here -- how?” the Colonel asked.“By Magic. He is a very powerful Sorcerer. Even more powerful than we are,” I told him. I could see Seamus smile, as I struggled to make our story sound believable.“I see, I think!” the Colonel said, definitely confused. “In any. Using a very soft, steady stroking action Sam started with the soles of her feet and the backs of her legs pushing with both hands on one lag then the other moving right up almost to Leanne’s bum. There was no urgency in his stroking and the feel of his warm hands and the pressure of his massaging along with the musky aroma of the oils Sam had mixed soon had Leanne in a state of total relaxation, so much so that when Sam asked her to open her legs slightly she did so without hesitation. Sam. He remembered the red blush that had spread across her skin as she screamed out her release and kissed his mouth so sweetly. How could anyone be such a good actress? To make him believe so wholeheartedly that she cared for him just as much as he cared for her. Maybe Warren was right after all? Maybe there were some genuine feelings there after all? If that were the case, he needed to change tactic if he was ever going to find the correct answer. Right now she was as testy as ever and even.