We need to clean up.”As Renneth turned to go, her wrist was caught in a powerful grip. Maura’s strength latched onto the succubus as she pleaded, ...��One more for the road. Please.”“You told my servant you’re tapped out. And we don’t do credit.”“Please, one more and pour one for yourself.”“Fine,” relented Renneth and quickly worked the spouts of the cask. Placing the drink down, Renneth poured another for herself. The fruity alcohol worked its magic on Maura. Renneth reminded, “After your drink,. ”“I've never been in one but I've heard. I guess they need to be comfortable to accommodate the long hours on the road.”“Yeah, they are that. So I really wanted to rest, but you know, I was curious. So I started looking through his stuff and he's got a pretty big collection. And well, you know, I start flipping through the magazines and then I checked out some of the DVDs. There was one DVD that was all gang bangs. I watched the first scene. It was actually pretty hot. A pretty blonde with fake. A family man abandoned by his wife just before Christmas, albeit abandoned at my own request.I allowed my mind to fill with vivid images and remembered feelings from the night before. I recalled how my beautiful wife had looked dancing with another man. I called back images of the two of them laughing together, or just smiling at each other, their bodies close. Or I forced myself to remember how it felt as I’d watched Sue dancing with the Nigerian doctor, her arms possessively locked around. Without me even asking, she took off her top and hung it over the railing to let it dry. My God, her breasts were magnificent, water glistening and running down, nipples pointing skyward. She looked so hot laying there completely oblivious to my stares, or at least I thought. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, but I thought I caught her checking out my thickness, now evident underneath my suit. The beauty of our paradise was it was private with a few houses down the hill and a few to either side, but.