"The men are all still sleeping. A whisperer will be sent to each to fill his mind with lustful thoughts. She has at hand a sleeping potion if her cha...ge should stir. No man will leave our beds until he is our mindless slave." No, Dolphia. I do not desire that they be taken thus. If our foreign guests disappear into our palace too suddenly, the remaining troops may become restless. Remember, our sisters in the city can only entertain the army. They are not skilled in the use of Zuma and we. Bending over she began mouthing Diane's prick, Charlie of course fucking Diane's ass, and then Steven and I embedded deeply inside Charlie's cunt. The only one really left out at this point was Jack. But the answer to that came to him almost immediately. Bent over as she was, Jack easily slid in and behind Martha. And that of course left the only other person yet to join in ... my wife. Good old Carol, not to be left out, especially now, found her own place in the mix. Walking over, still half. I was light-headed and shaky as I got back to my car. When I looked up, Mitch was on stage smiling and waving like nothing had happened. Mona looked like she was having to remind herself to smile though and she shot glances in my direction. I started my car and went home. I hadn’t seen any signs of life around the property, so I backed my car into the garage, going inside and making myself an exciting dinner of toast and peanut butter. I managed to keep it down, but decided that one piece was. I was very careful to not be a burden or make a mess. I helped with the housework and yard work whenever I could but she didn’t seem to care one way or the other. There was even a pond nearby that I would walk to just to spend some time alone. She was quite correct. I was free to treat her home as my own. Most of every day, she was in her shop working on my belt. I was taken in to have measurements made and to try on occasionally but that was the only times that I saw what she was doing. It was.