Marcus leant back in his chair his hands clasped behind his head, he then gestured towards a vacant chair indicating that Mark should sit.“So I take... it Mark; that Emma has filled you in on what transpired during our recent business trip to Paris? Specifically the fact that I fucked your wife, repeatedly in fact and what a very good fuck she is. I must congratulate you. You are a very lucky man. Seldom have I experienced such a slut in the bedroom, or in fact the dining room and not forgetting. "That was hot" Jake exclaimed through panted breath. She pulled down the hem of her dress, flattening it out against her body, trying to make herself look presentable. "Your phone" she demanded. Jake, pants still around his ankles, cock starting to droop, unlocked his phone and handed it over. Ms Dyers entered in her number as Jake put his clothes back on. When she was done she tossed the phone back to him. “I'll let you know if any more extra credit opportunities arise.” Ms Dyers flatly. I heard the vacuum cleaner humming away upstairs, a real noisy thing it was. I called out but got no reply, so I gathered the papers from the dining table where I'd been working on them the night before and decided to pop upstairs and say hi. To my surprise I could see Lyn vacuuming the bedroom wearing the shirt I had put in the laundry basked the night before. I stood in the hall admiring her legs. She was facing away from me. As she turned and saw me she jumped with shock. The shirt was. Choosing the wrong partner is fatal for you and me, since we probe the boundaries of our Art and cannot afford one mistake of maintaining control.’ ‘So that’s why. . .’ she murmured. Her heart wanted to continue the subject, but her soul told her the time was wrong. If she passed the Vigil, then the conversation could continue, if she wanted. ‘Bela and Magda were students of mine, good students. They showed great promise, and would have been wise and powerful mages. But they chose not to try.