Obviously he had been messing around with a woman at his work and Kate found out through one of his colleagues. I felt like a fool when I tried to min...imize her problems instead of just fucking her there and now. Kate laid her hand on my arm and said that she wished that her boyfriend was like me. More adult and caring. I liked the feeling of her hand on my arm and I reached out over the table with my other arm and started to touch her shoulder. Then it happened. She took my hand from her. I glanced down at my up turned butt hole and could see this huge, enormous piece of tube meat slide effortless back and forth in my butt hole. The sperm from the first fucker was frothing up as this second bastard worked furiously at my tightly clinching anal muscle ring. The thought that crossed my mind was..."they aren't wearing any condoms". This bastard rammed as hard as he could into my butt, I tried to cry out around the gag and only ended up chocking my self. My eyes bulged something. She recast the protection spells, and sat down to ponder the ramifications of her discovery. The first magic trail from the necklace had led to Cyler, and Pyar had overhead bits of a one-sided conversation that Cyler had, but not enough to make sense of it. The second trail led to Rohea, who was the dark practitioner. Could Cyler and Rohea be working together on some nefarious plan? The bits of the conversation Pyar had overheard seemed to indicate that Cyler was plotting something. Perhaps he. She was loving how quickly her sexy reddish-blonde hair was growing and she had gotten it trimmed just a bit to help it look hot, but she intended to let it grow much longer than it had ever been while she worked with CSI for over a decade. The job requirements of being a CSI investigator were one thing -- there shorter hair was easier to deal with a less likely to produce evidence contamination; on the performance stage at the Maverick Club, Catharine though longer hair looked a whole lot.