"Master Jake you captured him! We will destroy him so you are no longer bothered with... IT!" Jake just shook his head, "No I wish to help him. I was...told that he could be saved, though we haven't much time." "Why Master Jake? He betrayed the elite capturing a human female how...?" Rasmir started. "I believe he was overpowered by another stronger Jinn, plus the evil wishes of his Mistress. I am sure you have heard of Zahra?" Jake asked. This time there were louder hisses of anger as several. Continuing my deliberate thrusts into the girl’s cunt, I began to tighten the garrote. I wanted to see her on the verge of death. The fishing line was thin and strong and bit deeply into her neck. I would have to be careful not to cut her throat, as I didn’t want to leave any suspicious blood on the sheets. At first she coughed, but as the minutes went by and my grip tightened she couldn’t manage even that. Her face turned pink and then red. She began to fall in and out of consciousness,. Your Hubby staring at you in a new light; normally extremely protective of you, but tonight you were his whore who he was delighted in sharing you with Phil. Once again Phil tried to lever you up off the floor, but in his struggle your bra unclipped and fell off of you and blew into the road, once again you laughed and blurted out to ignore it. “I don’t need a bra!” you shouted to all and sundry, as your voice echoed along the almost empty street. Your Husband smiled a wicked smile and nodded. ’ He said, ‘I mean I can tell you’re really eying that bowl of ghemeih, and well, it feels really weird to eat when other people are watching you.’ I opened the lid on the bowl, picked up a spoon and ate in silence alongside my master as he focused intently on the race. Before long I’d found myself being engrossed in the race as well, and lost track of time, and my relative position to my master. By the end of the race, I’d managed to end up with my head on his shoulder. ‘Marie, I don’t mind.