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She lumbered forward, picking up more and more speed as her ancient will battered through mine. I needed to... imagine myself with a diamond will. Adamant! My fingers danced. I still had my juices adorning them. I could still create illusions. I shaped one over myself. I merged it with me, creating a version of myself that had the will of... Queen Sidhe. I channeled that regal faerie queen sitting upon her throne proclaiming her sentence upon Aingeal. My back straightened as my magic washed over me. I felt stronger, more powerful. I had the authority of thousands of years behind me. I was the daughter of gods. Cernere was my mother. Las my father. When I spoke, every faerie obeyed. “Submit!” callgirl I howled. “Stop!” The Paragon's next step faltered. Her face twisted with bullish rage. She snorted, leaning forward like a wall stood before her, a barrier she struggled to get past. Her feet remained rooted to the ground, her eyes glaring at me. I had the will of ages behind me. I was Kora. A queen. The indian Paragon's queen. I lay gasping in her arms, as she plied my face with kisses, her fingers were still inside me, still gently caressing my inner flesh. It was my practice to have another female present when I was shooting pictures of semi-nude girls because I’m too wary of some bitch screaming sexual abuse after a photo shoot. I pulled it out slightly and the pushed it back in her, trying to loosen her up and hoping she’d relax. Lastly, on both sided there was a small hook as requested. They didn't have our father here to give them away, which seemed like such a shame. I got closer and both of them started to smile at me. She was his now, that much she knew. Sam asked over the phone. What had scared them to the point of running like that? I replied “that it not why I left there, you made me very happy until the end, what happened then had nothing to do with sex, I was in love with you, you left”. With a wicked smile on her indian face, she made her way towards the dinner table. Next to the now wildly fucking trio, Cynthia, of course, felt a bit left out! Molly smiled, “And what do you think we do, Misty?” she asked. My ovaries unloaded all my built up jizz. While the assistants became "Brothel Whores" slash bookkeepers for the brothel. I couldn't sleep, thinking in the person that will come in my help... At 6 pm, I returned home as usual and callgirl was greeted by Joan as I entered. She liked winning wet t-shirt contests. He sat down but was annoyed with me and my attitude.