We decided to wait to have intercourse until after we were married, so instead we...we..."??? ? WHAP! He hauled off and slapped her again. "You are go...ng to be fucking black and blue at the ceremony tomorrow unless you fucking answer my questions. How often do you fucking suck his big juicy fucking Greek Dick?"??? ? ?"Three or four times a week." She murmured at last, shame turning her face red. ?The boys roared with laughter.??? ? ?"Oh, the little cunt is hungry for cock! she's slurping on it. Another finger slides in, and seems to be rubbing against an inner wall I can’t imagine. While yet another finger has found another entrance, sadly neglected to this point, and aching to be filled. My panting is louder, my noises are totally out of my control, and my head thrashes on the bed. I start begging. “Please…please…PLEASE!… I can’t…” He lifts his head up, his eyes now on fire, his lips wet with my juices, and his voice like gravel, “You can. You WILL.” Now he leaves his fingers in my. Then, only then, when I felt calmer, I really tried to do something with my sensing skills. The problem was that most of the time I had trained myself to sense more, more accurately and from a greater distance. Since the Elves around me had automatically hidden their magical signature, their presence didn’t really bother me. A town full of people was quite a different thing.The uneasy feeling didn’t quite go away, but after some time, I decided that I would be able to tolerate it. Besides, I. I met Becky at work. I'd graduated with a bachelors in Business Economics and found a job after only a few weeks of searching. It was at a well-recognized auto parts company in the corporate office.Well, Becky was working as the administrative secretary to the head dude, the president of the company. And since I was working in the accounting department our paths crossed on a regular basis.I still don't know why but for some reason Becky glommed on to me right from the start. I can still.