As a precaution now, I had locked the bedroom door. I hated doing it, but Abigail's life was also at risk, not just mine.Would Shephatiah accept me? W...uld she try to run out of the room screaming? Oh, I prayed she would accept me. I offered the Holy a prayer of hope.I opened my eyes. Two bright eyes from the bed stared back into mine. So bright! Abigail was rated 0.9, and Shephatiah lower at 0.7, but Shephatiah's eyes were alive with intelligence, so impossibly bright and alive! I cleared my. I tried to shift in my seat to hide my wood. My s*s and I had a few sexual experiences with each other. She causally reached under the blanket and her hand felt my cock. i looked at her and my eyes shifted to granny dosing in her chair. Not here! s*s just popped my cock out of my sweats and began to stroke it. What could I do? I felt so good and granny appeared to be sleeping. Her long slender fingers felt so good on my monstrous cock as she played with my ball sac with the other hand. . Some were lucky to get a little more.Magnolia’s workshop was located right in the heart of town, right behind the local tavern, and across from the town square. It was a small space, just big enough to fit a workbench and a bookshelf. She had two stools by the bench for any customers as well. At the back was ladder leading to an upstairs loft where she lived. There was a bed, and a small kitchen area, and an even smaller bathroom. It wasn’t anything fancy, for sure, but she loved it all the. I was surprised it took me this long to become cognizant of the armaround my waist, keeping me from falling as I tottered down the hallwayand back into the club on my heels. The arm belonged to Will, who waslooking far more composed than I was sure I did. He waved as we reenteredthe party, calling out. I didn't bother trying to concentrate on whatWill was saying, my eyes were turned down to the floor. You would beembarrassed too, stumbling out with a man's arm around your waist,dressed as.