My name is Tim. Who might you be?”“Audra. My name is Audra.”“What a lovely name. May I buy you a drink?”“Sure.”“What would you like...”“Malibu and Pineapple would be lovely.”“Jake, get the lady a Malibu and pineapple.”“Sure.”The bartender brought the drinks to the bar. Tim made a toast and we clinked glasses. He seemed nice. He told all kinds of jokes and made me feel comfortable. He was very nice and I felt safe around him. I didn’t think he wanted anything from me. He must have been. I kept watching as the two black brothers fucked my wife from both ends. It was only a short time later that, despite all the cock in her, I could tell my wife was having a big orgasm. This seemed to bring a pleasant response from Damon as he started pumping her ass full of his juice. I remained frozen and unable to turn away as he pulled his softening cock from my wife's ass. The sight of my wife's ass spread obscenely loose and leaking what looked like slightly brownish cum caused me to spew. "Keep your gaze on the market, lest you draw attention to me. Has he lain with any women of power in this city, then, Lelainde?" No, though I would that he should meet my sister, who is one such," she stated.A long quiet period passed, and then the horse said, more quietly than the usual quiet manner, "Lelainde, you would share him with these women, knowing the more you share, the less likely he is to return to you? You would subject your sister to this?" What is, is often not as what it. I just need a little me time. I have some thinking to do. I promise, everything is okay. I will see you in the morning, bright and early.”“I love you, Lane Parker.”“I love you too, Doug Ramos. Sweet dreams, Tiger.”Doug tossed and turned all night, his brain worrying the problem like a dog with a bone. He was alternately convinced that everything was fine and everything was shit.He was out of bed before sunrise and working on his third cup of coffee when his tablet beeped to let him know that.