She excused herself after a bit, and I sat at her dining room table sipping the wine, thinking about everything that had happened in the past hour. I ...as stunned to be there, now knowing what her pussy feels like, and what her mouth feels like while I'm cumming. The smoking hot girl half my age who I lusted after for a year and a half now has me sitting in her house. Then she returned...I almost choked on the wine when I saw her walk into the living room. She was dressed in extremely sexy. I need to cum so badly."Please, I need to cum! Please!" I beg."Not yet." Oohhh, Please! I need to cum Sir. Please!" NO!"I fight to hold back, but the feelings are getting stronger. The need is almost overpowering me. "Please Sir, may your slut cum for you! Please." No," you snap. "You will wait like a good girl until you are given permission. Bratty little girls don't get rewards!" I push my head into the bed and bite my lower lip and concentrate on something other than my need to cum. I count. “This was all wrong,” Zak murmured, looking at the girl in his arms. “What are you going to do now?” Devon asked. For an instant, Devon’s eyes glowed a little brighter and Zak had the urge to sneeze. He shook his head to clear it and then looked suspiciously at Devon. Devon tapped his nose. “Fixed it for you,” he murmured. Zak wiggled it, feeling no pain. “Thanks.” Hefting the Arborian witch tighter in his arms, he gazed back down at her. “I’m taking her to my quarters. It’s what I should’ve. It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters.But they forget, or don't care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then.