She pulled on her tank top, then her leather skirt. She picked up her ripped panties.“You owe me a pair of panties,” she said.“I like how you sm...ll,” he said taking the ripped panties from her and putting them to his nose. “I’ll keep these and buy you a new thong.”“Don’t bother. I have to get on the road.” She opened the shower room door and looked back over her shoulder. “You’ll have to use my wet towel. They only give you one towel with each shower.”“It’s fine. We’ve shared bodily fluids. And. When I arrived I noticed that another vehicle was in the driveway and it looked as though we had company. Hopefully this wasn’t going to interfere with the plans that my wife had made. And just what did she have in mind. I entered the house and was greeted at the door by my lovely wife, 5’4”, ample breast, pale skin, nice ass, maybe weighing about 140lbs. She was not wearing her usual cotton leopard skin night pants with her fuzzy gray house coat like usual. No today she was wearing a short. He bobbed his head up, his saliva leaking out and lubing my shaft even more as he fondled my balls.I felt something else though, at my hole, he was rubbing it with his other hand. I was so relaxed from the earlier rimming and it felt so good I could feel that his thumb was almost inside me. This felt crazy good. I’d used a finger on myself a few times before and it was ok, but angles make it difficult to self-stimulate. His deep throat technique was superb and I was almost dizzy with pleasure.. Now it was Jase's turn to gape."What do you know about the Medallion?" His eyes locked with mine and azap of horrified recognition passed between us. We both knew.We were both victims of Zulo.* * *We did a lot of talking over the course of the weekend, in a marathonfuelled by drink and cigarettes. Jase told me his story first. It hadbegun when he was a little girl named Melissa and he'd found theMedallion half-buried in a field. "Once we discovered how it worked my brother Jase and I spent that.