I’ve been feeling kind of shitty lately. Hey, both of you lay down. Flat on your backs. NOW. Hurry. I want to go to bed.” We did as she said, then...she climbed onto the bed from the foot. Knee walking up between us she said, “Thank you both again. Now don’t move. Period.” She leaned down and kissed me. “Thank you for saving Holly.” She turned and kissed Holly. “Thank you for saving me.” She came back and kissed each of my nipples. “Thank you for letting me in your lives.” She turned, pulled up. The turban was real and made of purple silk with gold thread weaved through it. The jacket didn’t stop at his waist but grazed the floor. I couldn’t see his legs for the rest of the loose-fitting garments. His skin had a dark olive tone and what little hair escaped his turban was black. Dana’s memories told me that he was the Lord of the House and the title meant so much more than the symbolic meaning the other Magical Houses shared.Cassi stayed next to the doorway as Lord Mikel Haas walked. When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot to the back of my throat. I felt myself gagging, but fought desperately not to let it show. I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching. Tariq pulled his now limp cock from my mouth. I laid back on the bed. He moved to the side of the bed and picked me up, carrying my limp, exhausted body to his room. He laid me on his bed. I rolled over onto my back and pulled him on top of me. Tariq moved between my legs and positioned. The first indication I had that Nadia was no ordinary girl was when she suddenly put her arms around her knees, lifting her legs toward her. Her black miniskirt rode up her thighs, exposing her butt cheeks, giving me a beautiful glimpse of her white panties. I could have stared at that tightly clad crotch for hours, but knew that it would be inappropriate, so I quickly looked away. Still, the image was firmly encased in my mind, and my member started to swell in my pants. Nadia’s gesture had.