I stood up feeling completely emboldened now and positioned myself before the man. I stood onto his seat and straddled my legs on either side of him. ...y pussy was just inches from his face and he could smell my sex. Raising one arm to hold the bar overhead, I steadied myself and asked sweetly “Would you like to taste my pussy?” He groaned, "Yes," and I leaned into his face. His mouth touched my pussy and he started kissing it. Then, reaching up, he spread my lips and started licking my cunt.. He was kissing and pumping me so hard. He said that I had the tighest pussy he's ever had. I thought about other girls who have been on the receiving end of his powerful cock. How good they must have felt having him pound into them. I've had sex...several times before...but I was truly being fucked by a man! He was ravaging my pussy. He then rolled over on his back and turned me around. I mounted him reverse cowgirl. He told me to lean forward as he spread open my bottom. He chuckled. Then after he would cum, he would ante into the next hand of poker without missing a beat. These were all married guys that apparently have this kind of poker game once a month.Funny thing too was that I noticed they all wore tshirts and nothing but socks on bottom. They all sat around the table fully exposed under the table and would scoot their chairs out each time I came to them to service their cock.So after I settled my stomach down, they then said I was to go around and sit on each guy's. Since it was getting chilly again, I put my cloak back on. I vacillated between taking my staff, and leaving it behind. I chose the latter. I put it with my backpack, and cast a small spell on both the backpack and the staff. No one would bother them, now.I moved from my bedroom, to a sitting room of some sort. My suite consisted of two rooms. The bedroom was accessible only through the sitting room. I had been told I would be summoned. So I went to an over stuffed chair, which turned out to be.