Davis slid his thick black shaft into her and pulled her butt into him and they quickly had a rhythm going. Meanwhile, Sarah had taken Mark's cock int... her mouth and was licking him clean. She could barely concentrate and in a moment Davis exclaimed that he was going to cum and he pulled her hips back onto him. His entire shaft was deep inside her as he let loose. He fell over her back, totally spent, and Todd had a wonderful view of his wife on her stomach with Davis lying on top of her. Her. God! She stood so close to meeting her maker and all she could think of was Cupid. The pain in her mind raced like a demon on speed and all lucid thoughts escaped her. Clasping her head she screamed ‘Stop it. Stop the fucking pain. I have what you want, its up in my bedroom.’ Aphrodite laughed, the men withered with pleasure and the women cringed ‘I have come for you Psyche. You’ve been cheating, haven’t you? They have been helping you.’ Her eyes swept the room, dismissed her swooning family. “Sounds like someone tried to name you Curtis but were too drunk to spell it out” she said. “You know, that actually sounds like my dad” I said with a laugh. “Heavy drinker?” she asked. Cedric the bartender put a weird blue drink in front of Bridget and she took a sip from it. “You have no idea my dear” I said. “Well I gotta get dressed. Hey you look pretty strong, mind walking me home?” I nodded and she left. “Don’t get your hopes up lad, she asks the strongest looking guy in the audience to. That and the hounds, of course." The hounds, Sir?" We use pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds. I believe I own more of them than anyone else in the world, by a very large margin. We need them for the sort of country we have, and the quarry is a slave, usually female." Expensive, using slaves, Sir?" Oh, we don't literally kill them, at least not often. The dogs certainly don't damage them. The 'kill' is the hunters taking their turn with the slave on a couch, sexually or with their riding crops. Of.