Slowly... repetitively... as he talked to his wife. He fought hard not to moan.)When their conversation was over:P: You're one naughty baby. That was ...hallenging, you know.J: I know. (It was also tough for me. I was jealous. But I didn't tell him.)P: Come here, you.He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. I straddled him on the sofa and inserted his manhood in me. In my head, I was still jealous. He was rubbing my clit and tickling it as I went up and down. I was moaning loudly and. When I woke, I was in a tent. It was clearly one of ours, but looking around, it definitely wasn't the one I shared with Aedan. It wasn't Leli's, either. I briefly wondered if the Maker (or whoever) had a sick enough sense of humour to put me in Zevran's tent, but then I looked again and saw a tiny statuette by the pillow. A dragon. Oh for the love of God.I sat up, looking at my boots and jackets with satisfaction, then finally crawled out of the tent. Alistair was sitting watch by the fire,. Her mistress took great delight inmaking her lick her food from her pussy and ass.Finally 7 pm came and the dreaded knock on the door.Her mistress demanded she answer it still totally nudewith butt plugged.When she opened the door, she saw her mother totallynude in front of her. Her hands were tied behind herback and her tits were roped together with stripesacross them. A cloth pin was attached to her pussyclit. Her maid Amber, a lot smaller than her mother inheight, was standing behind her. ”I could see that Sunny was watching and listening from a short distance and she was slightly shaking her head. I suppose she thinks I talk too much.“Okay, now, in your words, what happened.”“Miranda rights?”His eyes flashed. “You want me to officially read ‘em to you?”“No, but I know ‘em.”“Sir. Mister ... Okay, that name’s Cajun and I ain’t gonna try...”“Primeaux. Pronounced ‘PRE-moe’. Thank you for asking.”“Mister PRE-moe,” he said, “You’re not bein’ charged, best I can tell...”“Never know,”.