The frigid bite of the spell's mastery rushed through her, filling her with a perverse mixture of revulsion and accomplishment. She despised her study...of Necromancy, the magic of death, but it was only through mastery of those foul spells that she continued to live. Although her life now was one of hopeless despair, Denethia could not face the price of failure. Death would be only the beginning of her eternal torment if the Master decided she was of no use to him.More disturbing still was the. .. with guys sucking of guys, gurls getting pounded and half a dozen watching with cocks in hand and masturbating slowly. Also a few other guys just wandering around furtively, not sure how to fit in.Another room off to the side of the orgy was empty with a banquet like couch in one corner, I opened up my frock coat and sat down. A young man in his twenties sat down beside me and told me how beautiful I was and how great my legs looked. He started to rub my stockinged leg... then got on his. Dallas, my voice barely reached a whisper. He wasnt budging. I shook his shoulder again. Dallas. Nada. I put my hand on the base of his neck and got close to his ear. DALLAS! WHAT THE FUCK! Dallas popped up and threw a pillow at me. Ow! Oh, baby. He groaned. Dallas rubbed my cheek and said, Im sorry, but dont do that. Its&hellip, fine? Jesus, boy, get up! I poked his shoulder but Dallas didnt smile. When did you get home? Uh&hellip, Dallas glared at the clock on his nightstand. His normally. And when the time came I would give him just enough details to initiate the encounter. I watched him for his reaction and saw exactly what I expected. I told him I could see concern for his wife in his expression, and that I was sure he was worried if he was going too far. “But the look in your eye is clear to me you want this.” I looked at my watch and knew she was nearby and now free from work. “I do not want her to see me in advance of the encounter. I am going to take my beer to the bar..