If I kept fucking around like that, I would end up in jail. My husband would leave, My job would be gone. My life would be ruined. I shook the thought... from my head. A long tee shirt and a pair of panties. I considered a pair of shorts but dropped them on the foot of the bed. A look in the mirror to see myself. I picked the shorts back up and pulled them up my legs. Another look, old white terry shorts that were worn out and baggy. My nipples pushed at the fabric of the tee-shirt, but I wasn't. She has a shaved pussy with a little landing strip of hair above it and tiny tits with pierced nipples that have little barbells in them. Not an athlete by any means but the outfit completely over rides any physical flaws in my eyes. My cock is at full attention, but Paul is still soft. Alice says, "Hey what are you looking at, I see a limp dick there, that's not gonna do me any good'. I quickly get out the white belt and fasten it on Pauls waist, I pull out my red nylons and slowly work. ..a good fucking over and over again.I told hubby, just pick a guy and we can go in a private room and get started...and he did, a young Pakistani guy was asked into the room by hubby to start the evening. Well endowed, muscular, and a scarcely hidden contempt for my moral values meant the guy treated me like a total whore, which was ok. I simply played it as he saw me. I used foul language, I told him to fuck my cunt hard, I made like I worshipped his cock, I let him slap my ass cheeks about,. Wait, they were up to something. It was done with little movement, pulling a small bottle out of their robes and letting the dark liquid inside spill onto the deck. Noah cast both of his spells and got up with his clone saving his space, giving everyone the impression he was still there. The figure didn’t sense Noah’s approach or see the liquid on his fingers as he examined it. It was blood, but from what? Should he rock the boat on the chance that this is something dangerous, or see what comes.