The wagon master asked after one of the local merchants and was directed by the guards at the gate towards the marketplace."State your business," the ...uard asked me when I at last approached the gate. The way he said it left no doubt that he knew who I was."I need to speak with Magister Ownes," I answered."To what purpose?" It's personal."I had to wait a good hour before word came that the Magister would see me in his quarters. That was a bit of surprise, but perhaps he wanted to get away from. I was hungry for more than food. Prisha was too busy brushing sawdust and bits of bark off her boobs and tummy to notice me moving behind her.She squawked when I embraced her from behind. I brushed off more of the sawdust as Prisha turned her head, smiling. I kissed her and began massaging her breasts and nibbling the back of her neck.“Daniel! It’s lunch time. We can’t... do this... now.”Prisha’s words became more fractured as I caressed her. I popped the button on her shorts and reached. As I have previously said, after college, and meeting and marrying Greg, things were wonderful. Then, several years later, our small company was bought out by a large firm. Employees from both firms were fired—made redundant, as the Brits say. I was a casualty. Greg became Sales Manager for the eastern U.S. That was the beginning of the estrangement in our marriage, at least in my mind.After sending out resumes and receiving offers, I decided to work from home as a consultant. The job offers. I was thinking I was in dreamland and not in real life with my sister and her friend sitting in front of me. What was I doing I thought. I told Lisa she looked hot smoking that cigarette.Ashley laughed."Is this what turns you on Steve?" Lisa said as she took a long drag and slowly exhaled like a porn star in a movie. I said "Yea" as I grabbed some lotion to put on my cock for lubrication.Ashley said, "Is it hot when I do it too?," as she followed Lisa's lead with a long drag.Was this really.