Look, you’re talented. You’re beautiful. I’m always on your side,” I said.“Yeah, thanks. It’s nice to have someone on my side,” she said....“I got you. Look, Megan… I never got to ask this after what happened… you liked him, didn’t you? You liked Jordan?” I asked genuinely.“Yeah, I did. Why?” She looked at me in my eyes.“I was looking at y’all. I’m kind of observant. I might not have known Jordan that long, but he was one of the most talented dudes I have sung with. Plus, to be real, I know when. Me: So, you want me to be my slave?Wife: Yes, master.Me: You will do whatever your master says? (I spanked her naked ass).Wife: I am all yours, master. (She took my dick in her hand).Me: What role you want to take tonight? A wife or a street hooker?Wife: Hooker!I was happy to hear that, I kissed her.Me: Did you get all those things your master asked for?Wife: Yes, I did.Me: Go bring them but on your fours.My wife got on her fours and started to move to her bag. She took out all the things which. Before she could get the black cock back in her mouth, the men swarmed over her. It was a tribute to the craftsmanship of the table that it held up under the weight of so many lusting male bodies. My wife was insatiable that night. Luckily for her, most of the men, surprised at their good fortune, fired off their loads after just a couple of minutes each. Still, it’s amazing how much come twenty horny men can produce, and my sexy wife, being the target of all of it, was positively soaked. I shivered.And then Faoril's magic lashed the witch's arms to her side. Air forced my hand away but the witch didn't speak. She was gagged with Faoril's power. I released my knife, stepping back, shivering. My back throbbed from the werewolf's scratches.Thrak and Angela advanced on the witch.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~XerathalasiaThe werewolf scratched and clawed at me. I howled in pain, struggling to throw the beast off of me. I wrestled it. But she was strong. My hands clutched at her.