Phillip's fingers were stroking my clitoris through my thong, his left hand was playing with my nipple in my bra; I was in sexual heaven. Phillip and ...evin continued chatting while I wallowed in the sexual bliss that I was enjoying. It seemed like an eternity but, in reality, it was probably only thirty minutes later that my husband stood up. I was certain that he was going to bed but, he informed us that he was going to the bathroom. He staggered as he tried to walk and I looked at the clock,. He cradled her head gently in his hands, and started to rock his groin backwards and forwards. The pre-come leaked into her mouth, a taste she had come to love, and she lapped at it eagerly.Too soon, her orgasm overtook her, and as she started to shake he withdraw his shaft from her mouth, allowing her to concentrate on herself. She was taking in several inches of the cucumber and felt deliriously full, and with her fingers working their practiced magic on her clitoris she was never going to. A bright flash of light showed where the threshold of my house was and he was hard pressed to maintain his civil smile. I let the spell slowly fade and nodded to him. ‘Read the message from right there Mr. Stevens. I know you are privy to its contents, which means the two guards are too.’ He nodded and slid his thumb under the wax seal and opened the letter. ‘To: Tre Lloyd, Mage of the Order of Hecate. From: Lady Freyja, Duchess of Memphis.’ I chuckled hearing her title, not having thought. I certainly didn’t want him as a lover. I hated the whole process, it certainly wasn’t seduction, there was no love in it, I just seemed powerless to stop the man. He just pushed me down on the bed, pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties to one side and stuck his penis into me. Ten minutes later it was all over as he pulled out and sprayed his semen all over my clothing. It felt unreal, as if I couldn’t stop him if I tried. I felt excited, but I wanted Chris my husband, not Jacob King. He was.