What I want to do to you. I mean, I’m a guy, so sex is never far from my mind when I’m near a beautiful woman, right? But this is… I don’t fee... like I’m going to throw you over the table or start talking loud and dirty or anything, but yeah. When I look at either of you, I keep thinking about fucking you.’ ‘I’m glad to hear it,’ Tori murmured with a mischievous grin. ‘I belong to you.’ She sat at the table to Casey’s left, dressed in a tight, short black skirt and a white shirt buttoned only. I couldn't believe it when I saw Karen against the open bedroom door kissing Frank while he was playing with her pussy with his hand down in her bottoms. Then it blew my mind when I saw she was stroking his cock out of his shorts as he fingered her pussy. Then she told him to get that nice cock back in his shorts before her husband caught them and she got her suit back in order while he was sticking his cock back in his shorts. Then Karen told him that I left for work at nine on Monday and said. In either sense of the term. Whatever, these undernourished and uncultured oafs were pressing an unwelcome troth, without a doubt, on the poor child in question, and doing it where I had to pass. So I trusted to my staff, as so often of yore, bested the lot of them with the merest application of my Power, and watched them run off when, of course, I should have turned them into frogs. Ah, my friend, of late I find that even I am deficient in my Observation of Tradition...No matter. I found that. What do you say to that? She leaned back in her chair, dropping her napkin like a barrier in front of them, absolutely determined not to fall for that completely, sinfully innocent look. Which is why it came as a complete shock, forty-five minutes later when she, self-designated driver to all things involving alcohol and dancing, found herself waving goodbye to her friends from whom she received a very enthusiastic thumbs up and following a man shed just met to a rather expensive looking blue.