.. for given values of finer, naturally.The first thing we noticed after we ported in, with Simone covering our tracks, was the total absence of magic...l, or rather quantum magical, activity. It wasn't that we were in a dead zone, just that there were no Mages around at all, which, considering the locale, was odd as it was the sort of place Mages would choose to live unobtrusively. This alone suggested that there was something about the area at least that was out of bounds for us magical types. After supper, we removed to the parlor, where we were served coffee and fine French cognac, and once again the humidor was presented to us. Ariana insisted on choosing my cigar for me, a Cohiba Esplendido. For herself she picked a very large Romeo y Julieta. I watched entranced as she expertly clipped the cigars and brought hers to life. As the plumes of smoke wafted from her lips to the high ceiling, I felt very amourous again. Ariana quickly noted my protuberance and laughed loudly. “My, my,. One day my wife (who at the time was my girlfriend of about a month) discovered an online profile of mine that had a photo of a girl being tickled on her feet while locked in stocks and asked me what it was about. I had already licked, sucked, and tickled her hot toes and soles some but not at the level I really wanted to. I reluctantly told her that I had a foot / tickle fetish but it was nothing weird. She then told me that she always wanted to date a foot fetish guy, and told me when she was. My pussy was bursting its own crackers. I turned around, gave him a peck on his cheek. Thrusting my hips against his hard cock and biting his ears, I shouted, “Yes! I’d love that.“ He pulled me out from the crowd and took me to the car parking before it got crowded. I could see his bulge from his linen pants.We jumped in his car and got out of the parking lot. Though his hotel was 15 minutes away, it felt longer. I messaged my friends that I would find my way back. I told them to not wait for.