He didn't get mad. He only grinned and went boldly into the kitchen. He was already pouring himself a cup of coffee by the time she got there."What do...you want?" she asked again."Why, I'm just making myself at home," he said. "Just what you're afraid of. I'm going to help myself to your husband's coffee and your husband's food and your husband's wife!"This was what she'd been afraid of since the man had walked into the house. She'd almost wanted him to ask for money. His asking for money. Why should it change? ——- ‘Mike, for God’s sake! I still don’t understand what’s so important about this guy that I needed to drop everything and drive down,’ Paul groused as he pulled a suit jacket on over his t-shirt. Mike just laughed. He’d known Paul for five years now, and had organized at least twice that many gallery showings. Paul wasn’t your typical New York artist type, but he wasn’t exactly the easiest photographer to work with either. Where most of the artists Mike dealt with were. It was salty and sticky. I lapped it up greedily. I worked my tongue under the foreskin and chewed lightly on it. I slowly tried to take that beautiful cock down my throat. I pride myself on my ability to deep throat a cock but his was proving to be a challenge...one that I hoped I could perform. I wanted to please my master and have him reward me with a load of delicious cum from his large balls. I managed to get just about all of that fat cock down my throat. My eyes were tearing as I held. “That’s true,” Simone chuckled.“But my Mage runs into problems with our Council if she puts me in charge of things,” I added.“Yes, despite the successes of your missions, there are some who cannot accept that a journeyman can lead,” Morgana nodded.“I think it’s my level of unprecedented success coupled with the fact that it reflects upon you, my Mage, that sets their teeth on edge,” I chuckled.“You may be right, John, but don’t ever say that to their faces,” Morgana laughed.“Diplomatic is my.