None who have trespassed into my woods have ever seemed interesting enough for me to keep them alive,” the mystery girl giggled. “Who are you?!” Merlin demanded. “It is not who she is, but what she is,” Nimue said. “You… you are a wood nymph, are you not?” “So astute, young water nymph. I am, indeed. You may call me Lady Viviane.” “Why did you attack us? Why have you brought us here?” Nimue asked. With a wild look in her eyes, Viviane crawled forward on all four limbs, inspecting the pair as a dog might. “I have brought you here because you are so very interesting… oh, yes,” Viviane cooed in a demented voice. “Precious few who have passed through my woods are as skilled in sorcery as are you. As for why I attacked you, I attack all thieves and bandits who dare set foot into my domain, and all teen who enter my domain are indeed thieves and bandits, I assure you.” “I assure you that we are neither,” Nimue replied. “Why do you labor under the assumption that all who pass this way are as such?” “DO NOT SPEAK DOWN TO ME, SILLY WATER NYMPH!” Viviane shrieked. “Do not forget big that I am just as immortal as you, and since you are blonde in my domain, I possess great power over you… the power of life or death.” “Is she telling the truth, Nimue?” Merlin whispered. Nimue nodded slowly. “Only an immortal can kill another immortal.” “Yes, and I am of a mind to do just that for your insolence,” Viviane giggled. “For you to make such a horrid assumption that I attack cock anyone without cause? How dare you! No, my actions are pure and justified.” “Please enlighten us,” Merlin offered, trying to find a peaceful solution. Crawling back tits over to Nimue, Viviane stopped her face merely an inch from Nimue’s nose, a maniacal grin on her face. The applause was lukewarm at best. 0097 - teen Ace - Zimmel This would be her life, cock too. She must pay her way. “Okay,” she said. The free opportune which I’d been relieved to avoid had just fallen slap bang into my lap. Step #2: Go with the flow. The sad part was that I never knew. Go fill the tub and begin your bath, I will come in and scrub your back. Do you want me to warm some up for you before I go for beer?” Ms. Rowbottom sat on the left side behind the president's desk, the Black futa sitting cross-legged, her ebony face serious as she studied me. Her eyes met mine and they blonde tits softened for a moment like she was sympathetic to what was happening. This morning... the way my mother looked at me... she didn't look at me big that lovingly for years.