John Manson was a local artist who was doing our portrait for our wedding anniversary and was going to be unveiled at the celebration. Up until now I'... been very enthused to have it done as a visible keepsake of our twenty-five years of love and devotion to one another."He called the other day and wanted us to come for a look-see by the end of the month before he has it framed." OK, we'll do it after I get back from my next trip."The next day I made an appointment with a local PI to see about. He said he would arrange it the following Saturday coming up. That he had some young guys in mind that were members of a club of sorts that are mostly young blacks that would jump at the chance to have an older white woman as attractive as me to sex with. I was pleased that he understood my sexual needs and desires to have young Blacks and White guys only for these parties. What he’d said got my pussy wet and very warm feeling wanting the young cocks badly. I could hardly wait !After our. Another mind walker and a mage as well; his ambitions set the stage for the greatest betrayal of all. For in suspecting he would eventually come for her, to steal and plunder she set forth a trap – a bait of power and echoes of a real encounter tailored to pull him in, his lust for the betrayals others have experienced that headiest of wines for him.Utterly desired and irresistible for one such as him who is addicted to these sensations.His own magic required the separation of his mind from the. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Go somewhere else. I still have shocks of oats that I haven’t brought in.”Unfortunately, the storm didn’t pay any attention, and a little later, he smelled rain a moment before he heard it pouring down outside. Normally, the late-night rain was welcome because it cooled things off, but, although it did cool the temperature down, it was a bit different this time. There was a puff of air as the wind shifted direction, and that puff of air was a lot cooler than anything he had.