..The Sorcerer moved slowly across the cold stone floor, his joints stiff and aching. He was glad the silversmith had finished the cup early, he felt ...hat his time was growing to an end very soon. The Sorcerer wasn't ready to go yet, that was why he had ordered the fashioning of the cup setting on the table before him. His body was so old that even his own power and spells could not rejuvenate it again. All things must die, that was a law that could not be broken.In a time far distant from this. I pulled my cock out and it still had cum all over it from the restaurant, I started to go and all of the sudden the door opens behind me and Andrea is there, she lock's it behind her and I said "What are you doing in here?" "My mom thinks I'm getting popcorn" she said, She stared making out with me while stroking my cock with her other hand, I said "Do you really wanna do this here? and she replied back with "Yes! haven't you been thinking of me all night?" Yes I said but in here? as I. I regret making those decisions I made to come here, whether by will or not. Was it my choice that I should be slammed and bred? Did I ask your kind to come and take me from the light into darkness and unman me for another man?" Your conscience may not have consented, but your instincts have. See, humans are complex like that; our conscience is what teaches morality and ethics: what's right from wrong. Your instincts, however, play the game." And what game is that?" In response, the man raised. We started chatting on messenger at work and it progressed from basic work conversations, to light personal ones, to more intimate. We chatted about or spouses and the frustrations we both had.I was more aggressive then she was, teasing her saying things like if she asked me to lunch and we ended up naked I would be very happy. Or, telling her things like how my wife didn't like getting oral sex and how I loved giving it, so much so that if she ever told me I could go down on her but get.