“Out on the dance floor?“Your woman is quite a dancer,” Harry answered the question, “I think she must have a little soul in her, erg, um, bac...kground.”“Well, unless I miss my guess, she’s probably going to have a lot more soul in her after dinner.” Jim quipped back as I blushed profusely; sitting there with a pussy full of another man’s seed as my fiancé gently squeezed my right hand comfortingly.“It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest,” I offered confidently.The dinner was mostly a blur even. But a little too slick for me PLUS he had a stable of girls and he wasn't discreet about it. I don't mind sharing my wealth, but I'm not a fan of sharing my men with other women. I know, I know... I'm a hypocrite, but I'll make it worth their while since I'll never say no to a romp, anytime or anywhere.I like my men quiet and kinky. Discretion is key. I have a reputation to uphold. I run the local pawnshop in a small town as the manager and I need to keep my hardass, no-nonsense persona or the. " For old time's sake, I curtsied. "I'm very pleased to see you again."I smiled. She didn't smile."Tyballa..."I threw down the glass ball and it flashed. Then I grabbed her wrist and spoke the far hearing spell while she shook her head and looked around confused."Hello Dean Gilbert, you look very nice today." Uh – Hi, Tyballa, right? Didn't you disappear?" Don't be silly. You said you'd walk with me to breakfast."Still holding her hand, I led her toward the dining room.When we entered everyone. " She said to herself. She turned to leave. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "You're going to be okay, hon." She heard Jim say. In a sense, maybe she had no choice. He led her over to one of the side chairs."Doctor, this is Mrs. Jennifer Stephenson. I met her in Minnesota, on her way to the Mayo Clinic. I think the little girl has a problem. Can you help her?"The big black man looked at her. He didn't speak. He looked down at Samantha. "He's going to want to fuck me." She screamed to herself..