Why the hell not thought Miranda. She threw the towel towards the bathroom and jumped under the sheets. The two friends were now both lying naked unde... the blanket. “And how is it feeling?” asked Janine as she put the book away.“Kind of nice” admitted Miranda.“Can you do me a great favor?” said Janine very serious all of a sudden.“Anything” said Miranda.“I feel like we could use this night to really bond with each other” said Janine. “Do you feel anything for maybe pleasuring each other?” asked. Without pulling out I looked behind me. Lo and behold, it was my boss, Colonel Jill Dunham. She wasn't really a colonel, her husband was, but she acted like a chicken-shit bird colonel. She had to clear her throat a few more times before Robin realized she was there. Then Robin and I were standing there, Robin naked with cunt juice running down her thighs and me with my cock purple and jerking around, glistening with moisture. The boss slowly walked around us, stopping behind us. From the. I meant it to be funny, to break the serious mood and maybe to remind him we’d never done it quite like that in the kitchen. Matthew didn’t get the humor. He growled and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, pulling me roughly to my feet. My robe fell open as I arched my back and stood on tippy toes to keep my hair from being pulled out by the roots. “ Ow ,” I whined. “You’re right,” he said, ignoring my pain. He ripped my robe off with his free hand before shoving me toward the table. “Let’s. At her side resided ever the Ultiplex, the symbol of her rule, and from it resonated an indomitable despair in which all thoughts of rebellion were squelched. Protected from magic, Aeva was able to enslave the Magi, who of other minions were the easiest to corrupt. She had given to them positions of great and dark power, lording over counties and governing cities, long gone were the days of researching in dusty halls, struggling for grants from an unappreciative king. Now, magic was the.