"Good. I suspect you will be here for awhile, so we will make the best of it." She paused, eyes passing over the four male Elves. "How is your night v...sion?" In the dark?" Catty frowned. "Depends on the moonlight. Why?" Nothing," Shanna said, humor in her voice. "I keep forgetting this is reality."Shanna left the Elven common room laughing at herself. Names had meaning, and calling these people "elves" was still screwing up her perception of them. What next, dwarfs who were as tall as humans?. All of them were brushing off reporters’ questions about the outcome of the Iranian ploy that they had been duped into playing a part in.Thursday was Thanksgiving dinner at the White House. It was a joint dinner with the Presidents and Vice President’s staff and family. My mates and four little ones were sitting at the table with the President and his family. I worried about the two boys - they could get out of hand - but they made us proud; perfect little gentlemen.Saturday was our family. I walked into my bedroom and ripped off all my clothes. I entered the washroom to clean up sticky chocolate syrup remaining in my cunt. Then I slid on a knee top sleeveless cotton nightgown. I came out and opened the reading room door holding green tea mug in another hand.There is my beloved pearl Rithika lying on the couch adjacent to the full wall glass window that opens to my rose garden outside. She is wearing a white crop top with a pink cotton panty under. Though we are not a practical. I figured I’d ignore it. I’d ignore this throbbing erection, pounding away against the silk sheets. I’d ignore the way her hair smelled. The way she smiled when she slept. The way her brown hair fanned out beneath her, like she was a painting. I’d … fuck it. I had to cum.So I jerked off in bed. I am not proud. It was desperate. But I needed relief. I sort of turned away from her and slowly stroked until I came in some tissues. She did not appear to stir. And I fell right asleep.It was the.