. Better not, you’ll be sorry.”Even if I was man enough to get up on my feet and bust in the door of that tent it still would have been too late. ...e was going over the edge and there was no stopping him. “Betty I cant believe how good this feels. Your pussy is too tight for me, I gonna cum soon.” Each thrust after hat was calculated and intentional. One last plea from Rob caused Billy to recalculate his desires.As Billy blurted out “Holy shit I’m cumming” he pulled back enough to disengage from. I wanted to be home longbefore that. Or did I?Maybe all this had happened to tell me that I didn't really belongthere. ***Well, first things first.Money, and how to make it.Before getting magic, fighting had been my only career. I'd oftentimestaken loot from the enemy, but never ran in the rat race the way mostpeople do. Archimage, as rich as Croesus, had kept us knights wellprovided. Living that way had made us into a tribe of grasshoppers,never thinking. My body continued on its trip onto my back, but his arms did not. I felt my hole revolve around the axis that was his double fist and went crazy.A spark went off in my brain that rapidly grew into a true inferno. He had touched me somewhere, somehow in a way that took me from agonizing pain to instant orgasm. My body uncontrollably bent backwards and I felt a stream of fluid eject itself from my cock. It had to be mostly piss, considering how much shot out, but the way it happened felt more. Potts with his family lived on the second floor. The hotel was owned and managed by Mr. Potts. He ran it with the help of his family and a maid named Mary, an immigrant from Eastern Europe.Hotel's proprietor was Harry Samuel Potts,His spouse Ulla, a Swede gave me the hots,Their twain daughters were identical twins,Who interchanged identities at their whims.Mr. Potts was a jovial, graying man of 55 years. His red nose and potbelly bore witness to his fondness for a good drop. His wife Ulla was.