After a nap, we dressed for the evening and went to the casino. My husband was in a nice dark blue suit, and I in a long black cocktail dress. There h...e was again. Almond shaped eyes, smooth black skin, wide shoulders; he nodded and smiled this huge white smile when we passed the blackjack table he was seated at. My husband chose that night to drink too much. He was losing at five-card stud and the waitresses kept bringing him free cocktails to keep him at the table. He was slurring his words. “Your arse is so fucking tight Nym,” Harry declared between breathes while continually pumping his witch’s rear. “I can’t get enough of it!”Harry pulled back, completely coming out of the young woman’s bottom, and crouched down while spreading her cheeks. The sorcerer’s tongue was thrust into the still gaping hole where his cock had been buried moments before. Nym gasped and ground her backside into her mate’s face, enjoying the feel of his tongue probing her rectum immensely while two of his. I softly rub yur feet and calves talking in sweet low tones that I want u to completely relax and give yurself to me, allowing me to take u to heaven. I hold yur wine glass for u and feed u a long drink and you swallow it and close your eyes, sighing again. I rise up and step out and pull your head and back forward so I can slip in the tub behind u, my pussy and belly and tits slide down your back as I lay u back on me and my hands go to work under the bubbles on yur breasts, making the nipples. Unfortunately, Hilderich seemed to be almost as much at a loss as Amonas was.All he could make of everything was that there was much more behind the Ruling Council than their rule of tyranny and oppressive dogma, something which eluded him still. Hilderich believed what Amonas had seen was open to many interpretations, all of them though bleak and chilling to think of.In the end he seemed to agree that if nothing else, his master's demise and their current predicament had shown him that.