I was drifting in my life. I didn’t have focus or purpose.’ You glanced at Kristin. Her jaw was set. Her face was a little red. The Madame went on... ‘Then I met my teacher. And, reluctantly, I agreed to learn from her and my life changed forever.’ She chuckled. ‘But that was long, long ago, my lovely.’ You were trying to lighten the mood and you blurted, ‘How long could that be? You don’t look a day over… fifty?’ Madame Fleurie turned and beamed at you. ‘You darling child! Thank you.’ ‘No – I. Then she finally said she was wearing too much clothing.She got on top of him and started kissing him and stripping.I felt regret creeping in my chest. I wanted to cry, but i was so turned on.I couldn't see much from the closet, i could see her back and his feet as she continued to kiss and grind on him.She pulled his cock out and made a comment about how big it was before she started to suck it.I couldn't see it but i could hear the sloppy sounds she was making and the back of her head bobbing. A young man (David), perhaps 28, was shopping for his GF alongside us and I started a conversation with him. He was fascinated with Deb's tits. I asked him to come into the changing room with us and he did after I assured him it was OK. I whispered to him that it would be OK to feel up Deb under her blouse..his eyes were as wide as saucers. Deb positioned herself in front of him so that he could reach around and put his hands up her blouse and on her bare titties. He started squeezing her. The god held his weapon, ready to strike, but a slight trembling in the god's hand now marred that terrible sight."On the contrary, I believe I shall savor your screams of impotent rage, godling," Zoraster growled, releasing his grip on the knife and causing it to hover before him, pointed at the god.With a negligent gesture from Zoraster, the black knife streaked across the few feet separating the Archmage and the god. A hungry screech erupted from the weapon as it crossed the distance,.