A few minutes later as the hot water ran over his body, his wife joined him. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, but looked great for a woman who ha... spent the night getting throatfucked."How's your throat babe?" he asked as he soaped up."What do you mean?" she asked."What do you mean?" he replied, a little confused as the water ran down his chest. "We tried out the sex box, I spent all night in your throat, the oxygen pill worked fine. Any of that ring a bell?" Honey I accidentally took two. She was here for a purpose. ‘D-do you want my panties off?’ ‘Yes and then we’ll kiss,’ he said and Anita managed to divest them without pulling Joe’s hot hands off her warming and probably swelling breasts. She straightened feeling rather red-faced but it was fine because she was immediately smothered in a kiss, aware her breasts had been dropped. Like a good girl she moved until she felt her lower belly pressing against the swelling dick of the taller Joe. Anita could not recall ever being. The thing is I don’t only want a blowjob.“Stop sucking, get up.” I said, while taking my cock out of her mouth.“That’s it? Okay then.” She says with a smile, thinking it’s over.“No, lift up your skirt and take off your panties.”“Um… I don’t want to dirty my clothes, we’re at the mall and we need to hurry up. Hayley is waiting for me.” “Then take off your clothes, fold them and put them in the corner and stop fucking wasting time.” I said, rather harshly. She was visibly hurt but complied. In a. Almost everyone you met tried to take advantage of your vulnerability, and you quickly learned how to fend for yourself. Your wit and charm were usually enough to handle most people, but when they weren’t, you also had your magical talent to fall back on.Within a year, you had killed your first man - a fat, balding pig who tried to get you drunk so he could assault you in your bed. Leaving only the burning husk of an inn behind, you fled that town under cover of midnight and continued to drift.