And if she was as hot as the current Mrs. Solomon, well, I might have to keep her.I felt so wicked as I strutted naked through the living room, Mrs. S...lomon strutting behind me. She held my clothes. I could put them on, but skinny jeans were soooooooooooooooooooo uncomfortable to wear with a big futa-dick. And I could mind-control people, so who cared. I could do what I wanted.“Bye, Eric, I guess we're not married any longer,” Mrs. Solomon called. “You weren't a bad husband.”“But you were a bad. The figure then began walking towards her.Breanna stood there trembling as the figure got closer.She started making careful observations and mental notes in case she had to describe them to police later. This person was about her same height, dressed all in black with a black hooded sweatshirt. They wore sneakers and walked with their head down and their hands in their pockets. It wasn't until the figure got close to Breanna they pulled their hands from their pockets and took off their. ‘Mmm,’ she turned her head into his caress and then snuggled her face back into his shoulder. ‘Tashka,’ he said softly. ‘My h-husband,’ she said it hesitantly, lifting her head again. Her voice had a note of wonder in it as if she could not quite believe it were so. He laughed, his eyes dancing. ‘My Lady wife,’ he said with a teasing grin. Tashka pulled her left hand free of the soft sheets and quilts and looked at it, with the ruby betrothal ring and heavy twisted gold wedding ring on it.. Yes, of course I moved towards him. He said, ‘what a lovely big cock, I’ve been looking at it thru the hole in the wall and I’d love to have it ‘. As he was speaking he was stepping back into the cubicle but he’d by then got his hand underneath my cock holding it gently encouraging me to follow him. As soon as I was in the cubicle he reached past me and locked the door. I found that there was quite a lot of space in there and the wall and door was floor to ceiling so that there was no chance of.