The tenth setting was there in case of an unexpected guest. After dinner and dessert, the guys cleared the table before they went back to watching foo...ball, while we women cleaned up.Cleaning up didn’t take very long, as we had cleaned as we finished with all the cooking utensils, bowls, pots, and pans. Most of what we had to do was scrape plates clean and load the dishwasher. Leftovers went into Tupperware and the fridge. We were done in about 20 minutes, tops.After all of that was taken care. He told my friend he would drive me home.My girlfriend left and I stayed and listened to the rest of his sets. I was dancing with a few of the other patrons. I was drunk and having a good time. After he was finished, we had a few more drinks. I couldn't even see by this point. We kissed a few times. He was a really good kisser. I had no idea what was in store for me after we left. Maybe we would have sex. I really didn't know what would happen. I just knew I was drunk and barely could see.We. "What was I to do?"I must have said that at least thirty or forty times during the rest of the night. I could leave the ranch and run, file for immediate divorce and accept losing half of the ranch, but I would still have to remain worried that I knew too many of the gangs secrets and they would find and kill me sometime soon to ensure my permanent silence. Listening to Mike's talk with Cynthia, I got the impression that they were just the bottom rung of a very high and steep pyramid of wealth. The shaman reluctantly let up on the whip, leaning over and fingering Umi’s clit as she continued to slide her pussy up and down the shaft with obedient zeal. Umi looked down at the shaman’s wrinkled fingers battering her joy nub, giving her sensations of pleasure she didn’t deserve and didn’t want. “Please…this is so wrong…oh gods help me,” she moaned, her pussy throbbing with need as her clit became engorged. Soon it was nearly as hard as Ajani’s pulsing length, her pussy warming to new.