“I think we both know the answer to that!”She threw back her head and laughed. “Yes, I guess we do!”~~~~~Meanwhile, I was getting sick and tir...d of acting as the go-between with Hans and Ivan. I mean, the travel was fun because I always got to go First Class, and it was nice staying in classy hotels, and having someone else cook all the meals and do all the cleaning, not to mention the money Ivan paid me. But it was getting boring.Plus, Mistress was getting fed up with me being taken away on. Therefore, if I change the magic contained within, how are they to know that the little tingle that the more magic-sensitive of them will feel is nothing more than just the latent energy of the wards?" And how have you changed it?" Z'haas asked with concern edging his voice."In no way will it compromise the wards, my Emperor," Q'yros said smoothly. "The spell I have added will impart a tiny magical charge upon them that can be tracked." But if any of their lot are sensitive to magic, they will. My cock was throbbing now as she led me up the back staircase to her apartment. Inside it was very much a hippie pad, sparse furnishings, it smelled of incense and she had beads hanging in the doorways of each room.She lit some incense and pulled out a tray with a few buds on it and a bong. “Would you like some Chianti?” She asked. “Sure, that sounds great! “ I said, not really knowing what Chianti was.I started breaking up a bud that was on her tray and I crumbled up a nice chunk of hash and. The sight of her amazing ass clapping and jumping as I pumped her with every inch I could give her was driving me insane. I could hear her moaning and screaming and clawing at the stainless steel sink, one of her movements must have turned the tap on full blast, but I didn’t care. I took myself out; I wanted to fuck this perfect ass. I didn’t give a fuck if she wanted me to or not. I positioned my throbbing dick over her tight little asshole and waited. As much as I just wanted to bury my dick.