What was the matter with him? An allergy? Food poisoning? He tried to ask Mr. Asad where the men’s room might be. But the black man was nodding his ...pproval, patting Andy’s forehead with a napkin, and grinning. As if reading his mind, Mr. Asad held up a glass of water and held it to Andy’s lips as he sipped. It tasted rather funny?Andy felt very strange by now—as if he had to remember that he was inside his body. His fingers suddenly went numb and he dropped the fork he’d been holding without. I could feel the muscles of her thigh twitching against my cheeks. Her body began trembling.And I stopped. She looked down at me and I looked up at her. It was time. She slid her ass backward, a trail of her oils on my chest and stomach. Her breasts hung low, almost within reach of my lips, and her pussy met my cock and sucked it inside without any further touch."Rick," she whispered."Angie," I groaned.I was an iron sword. She was a silk sheath. It was electric.I reached for her hips. It was an. “It’s so good to meet you. Please, don’t be nervous. I’m not a stickler for protocol. Leliana has told me you have been ... apprehensive about this meeting, but I assure you I don’t bite.”“Oh sure, make fun of those of us raised by dogs,” Alistair quipped, to my horror, but Dorothea let out a loud, delighted guffaw. The statement served its purpose and broke the ice, and we all laughed.“Dogs from the Anderfels, I understand,” Dorothea winked at my husband and he flushed. “Devout ones.”Alistair. The Mistress smiled. "I think that solves the last of my problems." I wouldn't say that, Effie dear. Would you say that was the last ofEffie's problems, Tensi?" I certainly wouldn't say that at all, Aggie dear."* * * * * * * * * *'Oh shit!' I thought, once I realized who'd just arrived. Those twodamn old bats showing up was the last thing I needed or wanted.Although I'd been hoping the Mistress now belonged to one of the manyother Mistress' unions, the sudden arrival of these two old biddieswas.