She was going to make sure that would never happen. By God that was the last thing she ever wanted to do. She loved him. She loved him with all her mi...ht. She had a nine hour flight to deal with her shame and remorse. Bill would be at the airport to pick her up and she would make sure he never knew anything about her indiscretion.Bill was about to leave his apartment for work. He was only putting in half a day today. He had cleared it with his boss, he would work until noon, then get to O'Hare. They again traced their path up and down the inside of her legs. She wanted to open her legs wider for them, but knew that she absolutely could not move, or the pleasure would be gone and the pain would replace it.The voices started again. "Are you a slut?" they asked. "Are you a slut who would do anything just to cum?" Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I am."The tickle-tingles once again went into her asshole and once again began to pulse within her. She felt the orgasm building, but remained. Clan Faery covered it in Honor and Duty that made Japanese Samurai look like Libertines. But the underlying thread that ran through all these modes was, 'Not-On-My-Watch'.The love that had initially bonded Mike to the Elven Clan was still a burning flame in his heart. But added to it was now and forever, 'Not. On. My. Watch'.Every police officer, soldier, or guard all the way back to the first Cro-Magnon - who had stood in the mouth of his cave while the terrible night descended and yet his. She no longer believed she could look either Tommy or Grace in the face again without being filled with disgust, and she would never, never be able to let Tommy touch her again."Why not? Your husband's fucking my wife!" Furness growled, holding her body in contact with his in spite of her vain struggles to escape the vise-like grip of his arms."B-but you said you couldn't make love! You told me that was the reason why Grace got involved with Tommy in the first place," she pleaded, not.