You ready to become my little slut bitch?" she asked."Yeah, I guess so," I replied. Before I could even finish she had slapped me in face."Is that the...proper way to address me bitch?" she inquired."No mistress," I replied."Mistress?" she laughed. "Oh no my little bitch. A mistress doesn't have a 9 inch cock, does she?" I remained silent. "Only a master has a 9 inch cock." Yes master," I replied obediently."Better, my little cock slave," she cooed as he shivered with fear. "Is that what you are,. ”“You are sure we will be fine?”“Providing we don’t irritate any Powers that happen across us, yes,” I replied with a smile.“Yes, you really don’t want to do that,” came a laughing voice I recognised.“Jerry?”“Who else? Greetings to you, Journeyman Mage John, and to you, garment maker Oonagh,” the Angel Jehrameel greeted us, pulling his old trick of making it look like he’d always been there, but we’d just overlooked him.“Greetings to you too,” I replied, Oonagh simply giving a nod as if afraid. I'm sure my wife filled him in on all this stuff when they were together earlier. "Yeah! Fuck my nasty ass!" I screamed. He fucked me for a few minutes more this way then just pulled out of me and pushed me over onto my back. I spread my legs wide open as he moved in between them stroking his cock. He slipped it inside me and I arched my back in a little pain which quickly dissipated as he pumped in and out of me. I held my legs back more giving him more access to my asshole and he pulled. After she got into the water I suggested to M, “why don’t you see what happens,” suggesting, “If she tries something just lie back, relax, have fun and enjoy.”The response was very negative … something like, “That’s just not gonna happen.”Once we were all in the spa with the water swirling around us, I lay back with my eyes closed enjoying the beautiful sensations from the spa jets. Suddenly M was beside me and said, “Maybe you should just lie back, relax, enjoy, and see what happens … !” .