I enter the dark chambers and my pussy tingles. My Sir is a beautiful vision laying on his bed. His cock is thick and hard and it looks like it is rea...y to be sucked. I slowly walk over to him, unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my tits. Each nipple is hard with anticipation. "Permission to sit up on your bed, Sir," I whisper as I bow before him. "Of course, my slut. You can't blow me from down there," my Sir chuckles mockingly. I smile up at him. Hopping into his bed makes my breasts bounce. My. You may cum after I do, but only if you can do it before I finish," I told her. I swear one of the butch lesbians just about choked on her canape as my pet spread her legs towards the crowd and began working her clit as if it was a bomb to be disarmed to save the world.Honestly, I needed the bar stool as my legs were a problem as the shocks of my pending orgasm began to blast through me. I took the last of my wine in a gulp and fumbled the glass to the bar, missing the coaster cleanly. I. Ilaughed and enjoyed the musical tones."Are we done? Are we going home? What am I to do about work on Monday?"My wife smiled. "Your birthday celebration has hours to go before wehave your party! We're just getting ourselves ready."She reached over and pulled my visor down on the passenger side. Sheflipped open the mirror. "What do you think?"I look at my reflection. "I'm overwhelmed. But what do you mean, justgetting started and a party tonight?"She smiled. "It's all your surprise. I'm not. “You’ll end up fighting a war against an army raised by angry Broodmothers who want their ‘beautiful music’ back. Some new, horrific, mutant darkspawn that look like giant bugs will be born.” I shuddered as I thought of the Childer grubs, the Children... “Hundreds of your kind will die, with my people caught in the middle. You’ll end up begging the Wardens to fix your mistake.”He scoffed. “And why should I believe you? You have demonstrated that you are opposed to my plan. You could be.