They came to my rented room, dumped my hung-over ass out of my bed onto the floor and threatened to drag me to the bar in my boxers if I didn’t get ...ressed. Apparently if you promise an Irish friend that you will accompany him to a bar on St. Patty’s Day you must honor that promise no matter how hungover you are. No excuses allowed. It took a couple of hours for me to get the chance to talk to her. The bar was packed for St. Patricks Day and I lost sight of her. I figured she had left. Then. “More coffee, honey?” mom said and I said “Yeah thanks” and she got up and then she said “What's your favorite?” and I said “Lungo. The red one.” and she looked at me all confused and said “What?” and then she laughed and said “No honey, not the coffee. The toys. Which is your favorite one?” and was I actually going to talk about this with my mom? Just no way absolutely not, but still I said “Uhm, I guess... the big one” and she said “With the suction cup on it?” and I said “Yeah”.And she said. I walked to the door, with my cock tucked away so not as to be poking straight out, and answered to door to my future as a cuckold. The man was latino, in his mid 40's, a little taller than me, and a little out of shape when I first looked at him. But he was super polite, asked he if had the right address, if Jenni was here, and if I was David. I said yes you got the right place, and then he said well then from here on do what I say and take me to your wife. I led him into the bedroom and sat. She couldn’t wait to be laying naked in bed with her and seeing her mated with the different animals on her island she owned. And the beast even her daughter couldn’t handle. Grace was the one and once that beast had claimed her Tabitha knew Grace would never leave her.Then there was Maureen, the witch. She needed Grace, too. Her coven, the only one that placed animals above humans, badly needed a well educated mature female to take on the duties of being the body to mix the fresh semen of.