“I...I...you didn't have permission for the intervention, Aurora.”Aurora glanced at the vampire fucking Mary on the couch of his house, his lips s...cking her blood. Mary would still die. I've condemned her to a life of undeath. I've chained her soul in the same prison that binds Damien.Aurora wasn't sure what had driven her to break the rules. She was normally such an obedient angel. But the last few weeks, working towards the plan of finally taking down one of the greatest threats to the mortal. My wife said, "shall we undress, and get in his bed with the lights off for a laugh?" We were both really drunk now, and giggled as we undressed in his room. We played with each other while we waited, I was rock hard and she was soaking wet. We heard the shower click off, then laid quietly waiting. The door bounced open and the light clicked on.He said, "Jesus you scared the crap out of me." Then asked, "what are you doing in my bed?" I kicked off the covers and said, "my wife wants. Twenty something, I guess. His long dark hair, and lithe, muscular body called to me and I came. I don't know how we quickly moved to his apartment, but we did. I just remember that he was lying on the bed, his shirt off and his taught muscles rippling. "Jana," he said, "take off your clothes, I want to see you." It wasn't tentative, it wasn't a question, it wasn't a choice. I responded, removing my jeans and t-shirt and standing in front of him in a thong and bra. A man I had just met.. ”A quiet buzz of surprise greeted his last sentence, and those few women who recognised the honorific and the clothing she wore wondered how a nun from a teaching order had strayed as far as Kobekistan.Sister Annamaria was almost overwhelmed by the friendliness of the Emir’s wives to whom she was formally introduced. It did not surprise her that there was more than one; she had assumed that country, if not the Emir himself, had the Moslem tradition of up to four wives. When two of the wives.