I ordered her to take me to her bedroom. She obediently followed it. She switched off all the bright white lights in the bedroom and turned on the shi...y golden lights. It made the whole surrounding even more sensual.I pushed her on the bed. Standing in front of her, I removed my shorts and undie, dropping out a long fucking 8″ light brown cock. She gave out a slight gasp when she looked at it. I quickly understood that her husband was not even close to it. I told her to blow me. She obliged.She. She opened her eyes and turned around her hands reached for the bottom of his shirt. As she lifted it, he raised up his arms so that she could pull it over his head. Sean didn't have an overly muscular build. If one were to ask him, he'd admit that he probably needed to get a little more exercise. Not so much because he needed to lose fat, but because he wanted to be stronger. He had hair on his chest, but not too much. He had no piercings or tattoos - he liked to say no holes that he didn't. It had a black hood, rather like the night-wing she had around herself, but this hood was not alive. It had been sewn, and fitted tightly around the creature's head and eyes. All Tsanja could see of it that looked alive was the lower part of its face, its red lips.Tsanja contemplated it with a sense of horror. It could be a Felthing, Tsanja supposed, but what was it doing here?It hissed slightly, and showed her its claws.She was being guarded, but why?Tsanja knew that she would need to find. "You know, I could go in there with a pair of scissors and a pail of water and fix it so that you wouldn't have any songs on the record." Cocksucker." Grant stumbled over that word as he said it, and he stood stock still afterwards with a stricken look on his face. Bob grabbed the collar of Grant's shirt, and Grant then whirled him around, shoving him hard against the nearest wall and pinning him there."Do you wanna fight, Bob? Get into it, right here? 'Cause if we do, I'm getting on a plane.