"I kept my position and put a leg over his leg. My wedges were so cute.He swallowed, but he never quit fingering my nipple, ever. I snuggled upto hi... and he didn't say anything.He blurted out, "What now?" Well, I guess you get to give me that nice blowjob you've always wantedto give and I get to cum in your mouth. It's win-win."I crawled up into his lap and I could feel his rock hard dick. I hadhim. I squirmed a little to let him know I knew he was aroused."Oh God, Gwen." You said that. Before, when a merchant or other victim wanted their belongings back they paid. When they demanded the thief it was ignored. Now they still paid for their belongings but if they wanted the thief, they paid and the guild gave him up. That was what had happened to my master.He had warned me and I had distanced myself but when I saw his body hanging from the merchant wall I decided it was time to leave. They had a fit the day after I left because I had stolen over two hundred pounds of gold coin. Since his store was never locatable by normal means, it was excused from a number of more mundane tasks like collecting state taxes for example, the feds didn't care it wasn't their money. Nor did he have to pay rent, since it was never in the mall in question when surveys were done or landlords came to collect the rent. There were a few instances where the old man WANTED to pay rent, but usually that was just an intro to another of his macabre magical transformations.Since it was political. “Your ass in that g-string is to die for.”I made a special point of asking both men to stand naked, facing the mirror wall with their legs apart and hands on the mirror so I could ogle their ass and their cock. “I am twenty years older than you two and I love your ass, I am very turned on looking at them, both of you, so is my man,” I tell them as I have my hands all over their ass.“Would you like to oil us?,” Damian asks as he passes me a bottle of oil. “$500 a bottle in Asia, it has magical.