She happily complied. His firm grip, confident manner, ease of just taking control all fed into what she had hoped for.As they sat down he said, “So...I think I’ve seen you here once or twice before but you’re not a regular. I would have noticed. Your eyes are beautiful by the way. They seem to reflect tiny gold flecks.”A bit taken aback but pleased by his comment about her eyes and amazed that she’d not yet seen him drop his eyes to her prominent boobs and obviously hard nipples, she simply. "She doesn't have a master anymore," the mage groaned. "Simulacrum, why did your previous master try to kill us?" I do not know," I answered, following my Master's instructions."She's lying." She can't," the mage said. "She has to obey her master's command until she is released. He is dead. She was released. Now she serves the Magery Council and will answer to any mage." That is correct, journeyman mage," I answered.The knight's face twisted. "What? That doesn't make sense. Surely he told you. Gothic headstones and crypts created eerie shadows in the light of the full moon. Susan was shivering in her light sweater. Jack held her tightly trying to keep her warm as they walked though the graveyard on this haunted night."Jack I'm freezing, can't we go back?" Come on Susan, this is going to be fun, I mean haven't you always wanted to spend Halloween night in an old cemetery?"Susan just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "The things you do for love", she thought. She had fallen for Jack,. There were banners over the bar announcing, 'Mardi Gras' night. We had a delicious gumbo dinner and a little too much wine. During dinner the band played New Orleans Jazz music. When the dance music started, I took you in my arms to the dance floor. I was murmuring sweet nothings in your ear and your skirt was so short I could feel your bare mound. We went back to our table. The man I had seen finger-fucking you last night, John, came over and asked you to dance. You clung to him and I could.