I guess Makot decided that he wasn’t interested in trouble either. He called to someone, shouting off towards a hut. A woman appeared within seconds...of him speaking. He spat out words at her when she appeared. The woman was young, well dressed, well fed, and physically fit. She did take on a submissive stance about her as Makot addressed her, but her attire suggested that she was someone of importance. She had a wolf’s head tattoo on her right arm, near the shoulder.Once Makot finished speaking. She gave me her best pouty-lips and said, “I think he’s just going to have to fuck my mouth - do you think that would be all-right?”Stunned but somehow cogent I said, “That would certainly be the neighborly thing to do – Boyd?” In answer, he lifted his hips and my wife quickly pulled his boxers and pants down to expose a long -and throbbing cock. Placing her head back down on his far thigh, she stared lustily at his manhood, “Oh my.” she breathed, and boldly grasped the shaft with her right. A lady of the evening, Kennedy thought. She'd read about them, sure. But the reality was a little startling. It was, in a way, a lot like Mr. Sullivan's faulty math. Impossible for Kennedy to imagine anyone dressing like that woman or wearing makeup like she was.The woman facing Amanda looked up, beyond her, towards where Mr. Glastonbury and Kennedy had stopped. "Ah'll be jiggered! A Watcher, come to watch! And lookie der! A moppet! Oh, Slayer! What a treat ya's brought me tonight! Ah's gunna. Damn, it's cold in here." As I sat up and turned on the bedside light I saw Patty run her hand through the glistening wet mess at the top of her thighs. "Look at this shit." I'm sorry." I said. My penis, still sticking out of the leg of my underwear, continued to ooze from its tip."Oh crap! My underwear is wet too." I'm sorry." Find something to clean me with." she said as she wiped her fingers on her underwear."I can't find anything." I said as I glanced around the room."Shit, I can't sleep in.