There was one statistic left for her to explain. “Aural Capacity is what it sounds like, the baseline amount of Lust your aura maintains. PM reflects what you can do with your aura, the spells you can cast and potions you can make. AC reflects how potent the effects will be. If you use enough magic in a short period of time and your reserves run dry, you’ll need to renew them with rest, relaxation, and lots of fucking.” “And mine is above average?” “Well above average for a beginner.” He flipped to the next page and saw that it had filled with technical information about auras. Another page detailed the Siren’s Call. The car lurched as Betsy made a turn he wasn’t expecting. “Aren’t we going back to your place?” he asked. “First a detour. We’re going shopping.” ---xxx--- Two days later Brian was tugging on the sleeves of his new jacket on a green couch that was starting to become familiar. As soon as they had gotten to the mall Sam was off to some store or other. Betsy had led him alone through several specialty clothing shops. He homemade quickly lost count of the number of outfits she had him try on. She would slip into the fitting room with him and nip and tuck at the clothes. He remembered the claustrophobic warmth of her body right behind his in front of the full-length mirrors. She had definitely grabbed his butt a few more times than was necessary, but how much of it was a game to her? How did she want him to respond? Collaboratively, they decided on a “Warlock style” for him. At the checkout lines Betsy would always amateur pull out a shiny credit card, despite his protest. He now chinese had a closet full of quality t-shirts, hemp jackets, and chino pants with specially lowered inseams for his, what was the word Betsy had used? “Equipment.” They’d also gotten several pairs of fashionable footwear, and a vat of pomade. Oh, and the outfit he was most excited about: a tailored black suit with extended coattails. When they’d been given the price estimate his eyes must have near bugged out of his head. He’d looked over to her, sure she would finally say no. Not even a blink, she handed over her credit card asian like it was for the week’s groceries. Now, looking around her dingy apartment in the light from the morning sun, he knew she was deceptively loaded. Come to think of it, how old was she really? Some of the artifacts at her place looked like they belonged in museums. “Hey apprentice,” she appeared around the hall in a fuzzy bathrobe. “Sorry, I have a tendency to take long showers.” “No problem, uh, Master?” “Mistress,” she corrected, “But Betsy is teen fine.” He nodded, involuntarily thinking about how she was completely nude under the bathrobe. She sat thai down in the recliner and began combing her hair. “Today is lesson two. My pussy bursts again all over my son’s cock as thai he fill me up again with every drops of his cum in me. And Tom’s cock pulsing in my hand, with his cum leaking, drooling on my fingers. She holds me softly with a loose grip teen so I slide across the silky fabric, back and forth as Bobby bumps my hams with his chinese asian thrusting hips. And these are your pets? "We're waiting for you," he admitted with a sly smile. The next chapter is coming along........ slowly. I find that a little too hard to believe.” "What the fuck did you just do to my son?" Josh, you and the others go to lunch and I'll ring you when I'm done." The cock-head homemade pulsated, encased by her swollen tits. Her tongue danced with mine, her arms hugging around my neck. Our flesh smacked amateur together. The boy nodded. Either way, excuse me for liking ‘em big. “Ooh, Carsina, that's so good,” I groaned, my tail flexing and swaying as I caressed her pussy.