My dress still exposing my tits, I leaned forward, wet my fingers with my pussy juice and rubbed His engorged head. He moaned. Once that was good and ...moist with my taste, I inserted His cock in my mouth. I heard Him sigh with relief. My tongue travelled around the head and deep throated the shaft several times until I gagged and came up for air; my eyes tearing and saliva dripping down my chin. Master gave me a look that told me I was not finished with Him. I went down on Him again and this. Here's a door."McAllister nodded, absently, while feeling around the edges of the doorframe. "There is a lock, but my fingers sense something," he told her."I feel sorcery all about this place," she replied. "This western wing seems to be all about sorcery, by the feel of the place. There are many small sources here." What do we do about them?" he asked."We pull at them, draining them into our internal fire," she replied. "Sometimes, it is woven, and must be done strand by strand, and other. You just watch and see. I’ve also talked to Margaret, and she’s onboard with this, and she and Frank have talked about where they are going to put Mike.“For now, we get Marie here and the two of them fitted for wedding clothes. And ... for your next tux as well.”Jeff was hard put to struggle out, “Yes, Dear.” But his Clan Queen had proven him wrong about things of this nature on so many occasions that he sucked it up and let her have her way, yet again. I’m pussy whipped, but, dammit, she knows. Her children were put in the local school.When I looked at Meena, I was stunned by her beauty, she was a village woman aged about 35, strong sturdy, tall, she wore the sari in traditional way like my mother, what was interesting was her shapely breasts, a swaying large hips flaring out and a moving shaking buttocks. She had luxurious hair which came well down her back, she was dark and dusky, large soulful eyes with a hint of sadness and a very soft voice. She came in front of me; I gave her.