They were not buried beneath rocks in something as pedantic as an avalanche.The rocks bounced around me. The ground rumbled. I knew I was dead. I just...hoped my lyre wouldn’t be harmed. It was a work of art, gifted to me when I graduated from the Bardic College of Az. It was proof, despite what my school claimed after my disgrace, that I was a master bard.Dust washed over me. It stung my eyes even when they were squeezed shut. My breath wheezed. The ground shook harder. Horses and people. " "I don't know what is so appealing to you about having a bunch of strangers fuck you. It makes you a slut!" he had yelled, storming out of the room. They had argued about it for a week, before he had finally calmed down. She had brought up the subject again a week later. His reaction had been calmer, but more or less of the same opinion was there. She coaxed him, pleaded with him, and assured him of her love over and over, until finally he had agreed. "Let's do it," was all he had managed to. ”“I’ll see to it that some wine and cheese are available.”We shook hands and smiled at each other.“I must tell you,” I said, “I am usually at my best early in the morning, first thing after rising.”“There is a room in the attic,” she said, looking puzzled, “we could put you there. He’d never know.”“I could do two a day,” I said.“Or the same woman twice. We’ll shall discuss it.” She stood. “Come, I drew the short straw and will be first to suffer your beastly lust.”I laughed and rose, folded her. We were all fresh from our showers. Tom had suggested, and Melani had agreed, that I would call the tunes that we would all dance to.Tom and I were on the bed while we waited for Melani to finish her shower. We couldn't resist the temptation to start without her — some friendly caresses and kisses had gotten us both rather excited. In fact, I'd already had a string of orgasms from the good graces of Tom's fingers and tongue. The serious part had started when I took Tom's semi-flaccid cock into.