"It's not possible! Sir, he kills people like flies, but he can't stand the smell of my ointment!" And she began to laugh. .

"Yes, it stinks, but it's been a real secret recipe in my family for many generations. Instant healing.

No one said another word, and the blonde finished her restorative anointing work. Then she bandaged the green-spotted legs, from the ankles to the groin. Jazar, whose testicles were the size of citrons, not by a generosity of nature, but by the kick his nurse had sent him, nevertheless felt a tremor in his virile member.

Blondinette had not finished wrapping the second leg that the man was...