“Please, can’t you call me Kristen?”“Don’t like the name?” he said with a laugh.“No” was her whispered answer, and even then she just ...wasn’t sure, for something about the name calling did appeal to her. She knew that this was a bad start and decided to back off.“Tell you what then; you get to choose. I’ll call you slut, or cock sucker, which is it to be?”She sighed knowing that this was already beginning to turn her on. Where in hell did it come from this dark desire to be treated this way, and. Was this from the surface of the channel? Or had the water really been desalinated thanks to magic? There was a bit of ash mixed in from the hot rocks that had been used to heat up the bath. Beside each one was a soap dish filled with a cleaning powder. These baths were just two of many, forming a ring around a cold-water pool, where bathing was required before admittance. Many of the baths were occupied by young men like Noah and elderly nobles, while the pool was used as a scene to discuss. You will greet Marcus at the door and lead him into the back yard for the ceremony.'Ceremony? What had my wife turned into? It had only been a few days and she was willing to go this deep? I scarfed my dinner, and when I went to the bedroom to shower, I saw my outfit laid out on the bed. The crotch of the white tuxedo had been altered, leaving a hemmed hole that would perfectly frame my caged, useless penis. I went to the shower to wash the cum off my face and prepare for the evening.When I got. . enthusiasm for bedding you, Mom. No promises, but sex with his other half is a start,” I informed her.“My son says that, in order to have even a chance at getting into my panties, so to speak, you have to let him bang your wife. And she has to be good with it. No promises that it will work, so it’s a risk on your part and hers, but it’s your only possibility of making it doable. It needs to be tonight. You need to bring her over and let Simon have his way with her sexually. For as long as he.