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  • She was on pace to complete 9th and 10th grade math in 8th grade until she missed several weeks of school. She was planning to complete 11th grade math during 9th grade. I hadn’t realized she was only 14 years old until then. Her mannerisms and speech combined with the text book led me to believe she was older. She thanked me for the help and asked if she could stop comics back while I was there with any other questions. I readily agreed. FOUR YEARS AGO The next year when my wife and I where at the cabin on vacation Maggie stopped by the cabin before her house cleaning shift. I introduced Maggie to my wife. “Very nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas,” Maggie greeted her warmly. “You have a smart, kind husband. I was hoping to get some of his time for math tutoring.” My wife and I had plans for the day so after some discussion I set up time with Maggie for the next day. “What type of math are we speaking about?” I asked Maggie before she left for her shift. “Analysis or pre-Calculus,” she said. “Should I leave the book?” She pulled the book out of her backpack and put it on the table, before I could answer. Maggie left. “Is she the one you helped last year?” my wife asked. “Yes. Looks like she will finish high school math during the coming school year and she only going into the 10th grade,” I said. “Smart girl!” my wife said. “Well let’s go.” We were gone for the whole day. We got home too late for me to want to look at the textbook. The next day my wife left for the day for a day of antiquing. I spent the morning quickly going through several of the first chapters of the book. Housekeeping came. The person was familiar, but she had always been very focused on just doing the job. She never said more than “housekeeping” and “hello”, so I never learned her name. She finished and I went back to the textbook. Maggie came by about 1:00. “Hi, Maggie,” I greeted her. “Hi, Mr. Thomas,” Maggie replied. She came and sat down at the table. She pulled some paper and pencils out of her backpack. “Why are you doing math during the summer this year?” I asked. “I'm just trying to get a head start on the coming year,” cartoons she answered. “Where do we begin,” I asked. She is now my slave, a total submissive. Once Joseph settled the bill he walked back over to Sammi and asked, "Ready to go?" I can’t take it anymore, fuck me! Please!” She sighed in relief. She had such a whorish quality to her voice, purring like honey. "Just fucking do it." “From brunch.” "That's right, Sweetie," Ed replied to his beautiful "trophy wife," as he shifted over on the sofa, to move away from John's side, in order to give Chasni plenty of room, so that she could "finish cartoons John off" properly. “You’re okay with Rebecca, ah, being on the floor, though?” Stephanie inquired, stalling her own rampant thoughts and giving him a comics curious look. Then she purred, “Mmm, if you're this hard still, well, I need to keep thanking you.” She just rested her head on my shoulder and moaned each time my cock twitched inside her. Where did that come from? "Goddamn, we are getting good at this." It did not seem very likely that she would thrust her mischievous brother, but all the warnings from her mother to never allow herself to be put into hypnosis with people you did not thrust absolutely made it sound like a bad idea. I go to the back wall, stand in the spot, I see her push the buttons and there is a flash of light. Ffores asked. The other wizards didn’t stand a chance. 73%. They both seemed top cum at the same time shaking and shuddering and spilling their juices over me. Then all was still for some time just catching their breath and hugging and lightly kissing each other.
  • Ariela sat on her Throne proud and strong even as she leaned back lazily, her hand resting on the arm of the Throne, the former Prince Belind sat on a pillow at her feet, wearing degradingly feminine attire, yet seeming content, despite the large audience witnessing his continued humiliation. “My Inquisitor,” Ariela responded, her tone conveying that she wasn’t using the phrase as a greeting but more of a statement, Avery was her Inquisitor. Her property, “Have you finished delving into the minds of my subjects?” Avery maintained her stare, but even the Dark Queen Ariela wouldn't look her in the eyes, the soul gaze such an uncomfortable prospect, despite the fact she would have to be willing for it to occur, “I have, my Queen.” “And?” Ariela leaned forward a little, letting a hand trace down to play idly with a strand of Belind’s hair, treating him like a lap dog. “All your subjects within the Palace submitted to my practice, my Queen. I found no traitors, no one who is or would be willing to help the Prince.” Avery said, level, though she had to stop herself from swallowing nervously. It should have been good news, the certainty of loyalty in the palace, but when you know there's a leak, you don't want to hear where it isn't coming from. “I see.” Ariela said, succinctly, “And you’re quite sure you checked the mind of everyone?” Avery nodded once, “Yes my Queen. The servant masters were very certain and they themselves are loyal. The only one in this Palace you can be uncertain of is that of Belind. Though, he would not submit to my probing, if, perhaps you would let me, I-” “Two,” Ariela said simply and Avery had to stop herself scowling at the tiny smirk that appeared on Belind's lips, but more pressing was the single twitch around Ariela’s eye. “I’m sorry my Queen?” “There are two I can be uncertain of,” Ariela said simply, her tone dry. A few of her guards shuffled back a step and raised their shields ever so slightly as if they knew that tone was often followed by something… Messy. Avery turned her mind over quickly, trying to think of who she might’ve missed and felt a sudden drop in her stomach, “If comics you… Doubt my loyalty… My Queen…” The Queen stared at a point on Avery's forehead sternly for a few long moments and Avery had the odd, backwards sensation as if Ariela was staring into her own mind, though she knew it was just her own paranoia. “Mm,” There was a pregnant pause in the air, everyone holding a collective breath, “no, no you’ve proven your loyalty to me already. And if you were against me, I’m sure you would've found a scapegoat in your interviews." The collective relief in the room was palpable, “Then… What is our next step, my Queen?” She snapped a finger towards a servant who, like a puppet with his strings tensed snapped to attention then bowed deeply. “You, fetch me General Atrin,” another snap, another bow, “You escort my darling Prince back to his rooms, keep him under guard for now. Inquisitor, come with me, I wish for some privacy.” Avery nodded her head and watched Belind rise and stretch like one of cartoons the many cats that prowled the Palace, though he wouldn't look right at her she could read his expression well enough, one of victory, and she despised him for it. Spray that cum on my face!” she chirped hopping off my lap then kneeling by the side of my bed. His email eluded to issues that they were having with the gaming commission in the State of Florida. “And did she?” he asked. Betsy hadn’t had time to explain the spell, just that it would save them from the Hunters, and that Brian and his pet dork would be the key. Her pussy throbbing around my dick. Just then my father called out he was done in the bathroom. Calvin made sure to not move his tongue, though, as the I comics saw clothes coming back off before we even got inside. "Ah, married life agrees with me!" He mused to himself. Our kiss only lasted fifteen seconds or so, but wow! She moaned deliciously as we cartoons pushed her back and onto the bed and as she lay down she spread her legs wide and raised her arms high above her head offering herself to us in total submission and abandonment. “You will do what I want.