Sayuri’s discomfort grew still further as she felt a shameful dampness building up between her legs in response to the sounds her mother was making. Sounds that she knew she herself made when her clit was lapped and sucked. The heat in her stomach was becoming unbearable, and there was nothing she could to relieve it. The sight of her mother being brought to the verge of another orgasm by the skilled tonguing of this man who wasn’t her father was so perverted that Sayuri knew she would be replaying the image in her mind’s eye that night. Again her mother gave a loud grunt and her stomach twitched. Sayuri understood the exact sensation that her mother would be feeling, the rush that was spreading out from her hips and echoing through to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Sayuri knew, because she herself would be able to experience those feelings herself if only she could slip her fingers under her skirt for just a moment. Yokomoto stood up as if surveying his handiwork. ‘Mrs. It must be hell for her, I thought, to see what she could have become, knowing the world would have been her oyster in life.“Are you still going to Tera’s house tomorrow?” Angela asked me, her voice soft and fearful.“What other choice do we have?” I replied, putting my arm around her, even though I couldn’t tell where my touch connected with her outline.“Go to Drastin,” Angela said, “seek the guidance of a wizard.”“We’re fifty miles from Drastin,” I said, “and we don’t have the coin for a wizard.”“And you think Tera can help?” Angela whispered.“They say she’s ancient,” I replied, “older than Towerhead itself, and she’s cheap.”“She’s a succubus, Brandon,” Angela said in a hushed voice, “she’s where the old and dying go to spend their last days; if you’re that desperate to get laid, we can just spend the money on a whore.”“She’ll take my coin as payment,” I said firmly, “she’d be run out of her den if she took unwilling men.”“You’re ‘Crazy Brandon,’” Angela said softly, “no one would.
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