Make a choice so we can get on with it." So, what are my choices again?" You are infuriating, woman. Your choices are simple: Bethany or your asshole.... Door number one or door number two." Don't think I don't see what you tried to do there. I don't find it amusing at all." Find what amusing? What did I do?" Fine, I'll humor you. Ha ... Ha. Door number one refers to Bethany and what I would be doing to her and door number two refers to my asshole, for more obvious reasons." Wow, I'm funny.". At that time, sex was the furthest from my mind. I just hoped that I didn’t get into a panic. I just kept repeating the room number to myself, and without even knowing, was in front of the room. I gave a mild knock, and instantaneously, the door opened, as if he was just waiting to open the door. Here was Paul. Looked about thirty five to me, neatly dressed in a white button up shirt and black slacks, and some expensive shoes. Smelled of a rich cologne that I couldn’t immediately identify. He. Caroline had often fantasised about it though. She hadn’t had a decent fuck in ages. She had been travelling land aimlessly and had not found anyone worthy of her. It was tough to find a partner too as Caroline had to keep her real identity a secret. Humans thrived nowadays and they controlled the land in a largely medieval setting. They did not trust magic or magic users, and had conducted a number of witch hunts that resulted in many deaths of her lesser sisters. What’s more, the humans. Dan loved his aunt, and at 18 he could appreciate her body. She wasn't very tall, but definitely had all the parts in the right places. He saw her looking at him, felt his face heat up at getting caught and immediately turned his head.She could feel her smile; it was nice to know she was not only loved but desired. As she walked back to him, she couldn't help but flirt. Placing her hand on his neck she leaned in, "What's the score?" Dan felt the heat from her touch and it went straight between.