“I know, but you did a great job.” “I did?” she grinned. “You sure did.” She actually smiled and said, “Hmm, maybe being a nigger whore ...s not so bad.” I said I know, five thousand is a lot of money. She said thank you and I left.So, I never heard from Christy again until 2011. She calls me...”Hey...” “Hey, who’s this?” I asked. “Christy.” “Oh hey! How’s it going?”“Can you come see me?” she asked.“Well, yea, why?”“I’ll tell you when you get here.”“Okay.”I get to her house and she answers the. We spent about an hour shooting the shit about everything from websites to swinging to Hedonism to sexual techniques. Whenever the decision is being made whether we are going to ‘play’ with someone, of course, my hubby must give his blessing. I looked over at him and his smile told me that it was more than okay. We left the restaurant and I rode with Roger to a local motel that my hubby and I frequented. By the time Roger and I arrived at the motel, my hubby already had the key to a room. The. Sure, we could visit those we liked on repeated occasions, but to do so too often without forging a bond could be disastrous. I had my brush with such an instance with Danielle. Even though I had forged a bond with her and two other women, I had been with all three too often and Danielle was the first of the trio to show the first symptoms of how a Magus could, potentially, kill someone by feeding on them too much. We were like vampires in that sense, and I hated it. From that day on, I had. I tried to lift her nightdress off but couldn’t. Mom knew what I was trying to do so she stood up and slipped it off, sitting back on the bad completely naked and closer to my hand.I immediately slipped a finger into her pussy. Boy did she moan and she came at once. What a whore mother I have, naked on my bed, my cock in her hand and my fingers up her cunt.I finger fucked her hard for a while as she wanked me, stopping every time she came, which made her buck and twitch.Suddenly she pulled.