Kennedy rejoined Deb just as a young girl, one of those who assisted Lauren, appeared. "Lauren wants to see you two," she told them. She too ran ahead... as soon as the message was delivered."I've never understood how it is that Lauren can have so many willing assistants," Deb said as they took a more leisurely walk up the hill."The power of love," Kennedy said lightly."I guess. You and Marcie?" I guess. I explained a little this morning to her. Tonight, more. Then, maybe. She is cute." And a spy. Anyone could possess an enchanted object, and not be suspected of possessing magic of themselves.The Caravan master was interested, a man with a bow that never missed was a valuable person to have on a long journey through chancy lands. He signaled for the slave to pour another round of date wine. "It is still three hours before dark, can your magic bow seek game before nightfall?" The caravan master wondered."John signaled Zithrusa, who approached with the bow, treating it in a way appropriate. “Oh God! That feels so good. I’m coming.” My wife came all over my face. Her juices were trickling out of her pussy. She didn’t come as much as the little cupcakes I was fucking, but it was enough to keep me interested. I got comfortable on my pillow and my wife climbed on top of me. She put my cock into her pussy and sat down. She rocked and moved while we made love together. I played with her breasts while she moved her pussy up and down over my cock. I loved when she rode me. She seemed to. I had completely forgot that we were to have them for dinner. How were we going to do this? I am not up on my couples for a meal etiquette."I have nothing to wear," I look sadly down at the bathing sheet I swiped from the bathhouse. Again."You'll be fine," he comforts me with a pat on my shoulder.I just huff at him and stalk into the bedroom to put on my one outfit that has not been burned.I realize that I am going to have to do something about my clothing situation. I have nothing but the.