She didn’t know I was there, just kept making a sandwich on the butcher block counter. I watched, silent.I knew it had been a long couple weeks for ...hloe. She had hopped back and forth over five continents in pursuit of the fabrics she used to design her lines of clothes. My weeks had been typical, quiet, secluded. She worked so I could pursue my passion of writing, more a hobby right now and certainly not paying our bills.She was an angel, emotionally and physically. I made love to her form in. One trip I took I got hjome and was called to go help a friend right away. I left with out unpacking my bags. I really didn't think about what I had in my bags when I left the house. When I came home I went into the house and I found a note that said I will be home soon I have a surprize for you.I went into the bedroom and remembered what I had in my bags. My clothes and under them were my sexy clothes. I had panties, hoses, garters, crotchless hoses, heels and some toys, nipple clamps, and my. 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. I looked down and saw a little blood leaking from her labia and on my cock. After a while we started to move and I increased the movement by lifting her up and down to increase the intensity of the excitement of fucking. Luckily I had masturbated twice that morning so was able to hold off coming too soon. The more we moved the better it became as Monica was now moaning in time to our movements as well as holding me tighter to rub her breast on my chest. She now started to become frantic as she.