I suppose she was used to having that effect on men."Uh, yes," I replied, coming out of my daze. "I was interested in finding out some information on ...hat mask in the window. It's a beautiful piece." Yes, it is," she replied. She walked over to me, and then we walked side by side to the window at the front of the store. I was close enough to her to smell her perfume. It was flowery with an undertone of musk. I tried to be surreptitious about inhaling her scent, which I was beginning to find. He stood in front of her open legs, admiring her clean shaven young pussy. As he massaged her legs, he smiled to himself, wondering how long ago she had decided that they would go this far. He was amused when he realized that he really didn’t have any choice in the matter. She had set up the whole scenario, and he was nothing more than a pawn, a humble servant, maybe even her slave. Now, he endeavored to serve his mistress as she deserved: he leaned over and approached her womanhood with a. He also knew that if he showed any reluctance, his employer would soon conclude that he was no longer the best man for the job he currently held in Central London.Not only did Mark feel guilt that he was abandoning his familial duties for reasons of economic necessity but, worse, that he'd allowed himself to succumb to sexual temptation. And this was something he'd sworn never to do. He was weak and fallible and terrified that his wife might find out about it. Mark didn't deserve Molly. He'd. Mind you, considering who’s going in it, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy ... creature ... thing.Not a guy much longer; I had to suppress a slightly hysterical giggle when I was reminded of the contents of the glass jar Zevran had surreptitiously delivered to my office the night before – currently locked in a small chest, which was hidden in a small depression underneath the rug under my desk. I didn’t know whether former-magisters-turned-darkspawn could actually conceive a child, be.