I chose a pair of hot pink stilettos to go with it. I showered, applied make-up, and straightened my short nearly black hair, put on a black lace thon..., and then the dress and shoes. I admired my appearance in the mirror. A few spritz of perfume and I was ready to go. I texted her as I arrived at the club. She was on her way. Smoking wasn’t allowed in the club, so I lit a cigarette and waited near the entrance for her to show. I absently fidgeted with the ring finger of my left hand. I stopped. He then laid me on the coffee table facing up. Shweta sat between my legs and tied my legs tightly to the coffee table legs.I barely fit on it with my face hanging down and my ass cheeks barely resting on it. Shweta took my cock in her left hand and inserted her right hand middle finger inside my ass. She started to finger fuck me while giving me a hand job. Venkat came back with a lit candle in his handle.I knew what was coming, so I prepared myself for it. Venkat bent a little and poured hot. She replied, a hint of a smile still present on her face, “I like spending time here, David, among familiars. A feeling I think you will appreciate, now that you have one of your own.”Unsurprisingly, I found myself agreeing with her. I was vaguely aware of the presence of a second core at all times within myself. Even in the short time we had been bonded together, my familiar had helped me in more ways than one. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I was alive today only because of my. Eyes closed, her head resting against the hard surface of the rock, she teased her drenched cunt open and pushed her fingers inside, pumping them in and out, slowly at first, and then matching the beating of her heart. It didn’t take her long to push herself over the edge, cumming hard and loud, her cries echoing through the silent wood. In the back of her mind, she hoped her passionate screams would lead them to her. Her second orgasm followed quickly, this time fueled by the memory of her.