"Barkeep!" I shouted. Unnecessary, as I was his only customer this late."I think you should give yourself a rest," the barkeep said. "You know the res...urrection spells aren't working as well as they used to."When a Barkeep starts worrying about you, it is time to stop drinking!"No more wine..." I sighed, "there is something else I need." I had trouble meeting his eye. "A long time ago I left a few things here... and I was hoping you still had them. I can pay." In storage? You?" When I gave him. ." Mrs. Solomon looked confused. "Call me Helen." Whatever. You see my five sister/wives ... well not officially until tomorrow. He told you about the ceremony didn't he?" The wedding? Of course." But not the other wedding." He suggested things might get strange and go on a bit late." You could say that." What other wedding?" Us, the harem. I know it's weird and all, but really it's all about love. We never had much of it most of us. I mean Marta at least has a family, but she went through .... ” She punctuated her sentence with a powerful thrust causing me to arch my back in pleasure.I said, “I’m not gay.”She replied, “It doesn’t matter if your gay or not. Who cares? You’re a bottom bitch and that’s that baby!” She began to pick up the pace slamming me harder and harder saying, “Close your eyes baby and imagine I’m a real man back here working that ass of yours. Picture real balls slapping up against you ass. Imagine there’s a line waiting to fuck your brains out - a real. Alas, I’m not cheap and certainly less so back then but day after day, I would look at the games and day after day, he would stare at me.Eventually he would up his game and end up taking me back to his place, I just sat in the living room while he made some coffee.Coffee isn’t my thing so i just watched him, dissearning what he may be like, if he was up to the challenge, as it were.Almost as if he couldn’t contain himself, he started undressing me right there in the living room. I felt so.