After the dishes were done and we headed to bed, or furs, I spotted something else I knew had Catla's fingerprints on it.The details had been in plain...sight all day, but I hadn't paid attention. The bedding for Zakkon, Mendal, and their mates was on the other side of the new dressing and fitting enclosure. We couldn't see them and they couldn't see us. No doubt the new room and the thick furs would also muffle any sounds while they were at it, or more importantly while I was at it. My mates. His wife came up to me and introduced herself. “Im Tiffany, do you mind if I sit down?” I looked around there were no seats. That’s when she sat on my lap. My horse sized cock now dug right into her pussy through my speedo and her bikini bottoms. “Wow Big Boy, I guess u don’t mind me taking a seat?” “No maam.” She smiled and grinded her pussy against my cock as we made small talk. I turned and couldn’t believe what I saw. My wife was now making out with this woman’s husband. Her tongue was down. Why then these two photos? Well for several reasons. First, to honor myfriendship with Ryo and protect him, he only allows me toshare certain things. After all, you don't run an underground businesslike he does and stay out of prison unless you are very careful. Second,most of his film work is done to special order, and the buyer doesn't wantit out there for public consumption. A man who wants to see a boaconstrictor fed up the assof a twelve year old boy, wants to feel that the film isfor his. You were the one who bought this place when we got married, and you handled the transactions when we got divorced and then when Dakota moved in,” he answered.Both women looked guilty at that. “Lord...”, Sharley started.“Don’t worry. I am not blaming you. It is simply a fact. You know more about buying a home than I do. Next week you two start house hunting. Probably your best bet would be to find a good high-end realtor and let me meet him.”Sharley and Dakota looked at each other and giggled..