Heathers pussy began to moisten once more, her body in agony, she wanted him to fuck her hard but he kept masturbating. He let out a long deep and sa...isfied groan as Heather felt tiny specks and splashes of his cum fly over her exposed back. Now surely she would be allowed to move, her body yearning, her pussy soaking. Her guilt fuelling her excitement. Of all the ways her boyfriend had made love to her none, not one, not a single time, had ever turned her on as much as hearing her masters. I had gotten use to the idea of another man having fucked my wife. She was thinking I was the greatest husband ever for letter her explore her wild side and I was benefiting from her new found honieness. She even insisted on anal sex one night which was awesome because I love her ass. Anyway, several weeks after her romp during our weekend getaway she had to go out of town for a couple night on business. In her job she travels about once or twice a month so this was nothing unusual. I noticed. They’d arrive in some form or fashion and try to kill him rather than make the trade. He had to convince them that a fight wouldn’t be worth it, and it would be better if he did it without killing them, especially Grond, as it was possible Cyrilo could find out and turn on him. That meant he’d have to be careful with his own magic, using it sparingly so that Grond couldn’t learn anything from it and share that information with others.Noah reached the warehouse before the Harajin and worked fast. It is an elixir that dispels foul magic. When you're ready, when your position is strong, feed it to the pigs."He deftly slipped the potion into my belt. Telemachus was staring at a tree and didn't seem to notice."Farewell friends. If you continue on this path, you'll come to the witch's house. Remember, do not eat the pigs."With that he winged off into the trees and was gone from sight."I wonder if he has a boat?" He was sent by the gods you idiot."Telemachus was starting to crack.He hadn't.