Her legs were coltish with soft thighs and nicely defined calves. She had dainty feet. She was, in a word, exquisite. Angel’s demeanor never varied...from soft-spoken, even when admonishing a girl under her supervision. With the Free she was shy and flawlessly obedient. Her papers stated she was of high slave heat. The Assassin could believe that. He felt the tug of the slave’s sensuousness even over the distance which separated them. The redhead, Pele, was not the shy type. Indeed, her legally. And now your wanting me to fuck him some more because you want to watch, you like watching another man fuck your wife?”I kissed her again my hand cupping her pussy through her sweats, she moaned softly into the kiss as I began massaging her.“Mmmm...oh god, my husband likes to watch me fuck other men. Can’t...believe you like that, you know that I’m enjoying his dick a little too much.”“Why your gonna tell him he can stay here in the guest room, that way it’s just him and not him trying to get. Kyle cupped her soft face in his hands. “There is no one like you, Brooke! You’re so smart, you’re stunningly beautiful, you’re dedicated, and loyal to your friends, you’re the most beautiful pervert I’ve ever met, and you’re a thief stealer, because you’re stealing my heart!”“Oh Kyle, I’m falling in love with you too! I mean, I don’t care about the actor, I’m falling for the man! I want to show you how beautiful it is when I love my Star and Tex!”“I’m sure you will!” They kissed and. "It's . . . it's permanent now," Gretchen shouted interror and tears. "What do you mean?" Leary said in ignorance of the magicwhich took in it's permanant form. "The emerald . . .," Gretchen said walking over to thecrunched pieces on the floor. "It's smashed and any transfers ithas made are irreversible without it." Gretchen sat on the floorwith her feminine face in what were now permanently her manlyhands. "You mean I'm stuck like this?" Leary asked. "Yes. .