I actually wanted him. With an approving smile, he took my hand and guided me through the door. “We will give the time of your life. After tat, you ...will not be satisfied with just one man anymore.” I had no time to wonder why he spoke in the plural, because we entered a big hall, like a dance studio. The room was warm and well lit. One wall was completely mirrored, but the floor was carpeted. In the center was a big, round bed. But what was along the other walls made my heart jump. Men of all. After a while more of my mouth being fucked and Calvin’s fingers roughly jabbing my cunt, Jessie took his cock out of my mouth, “Get on the bed whore” he ordered and over to the bed I went after I got up. “On your knees” Jessie ordered and I climbed in and got on my hands and knees. Calvin now got behind me, placed his hands on my ass cheeks and spread them apart, exposing my cunt more openly. He then leaned in and began to suck at my cunt, driving his tongue into my wet cunt, biting hard. E. Van Buren and Wabash'Not On My Watch, ' was the phrase that kept repeating itself in Mike's head on the return trip to the News Stand.The Dwarves cloaked that attitude in a war like mien. The Elven Clan cased it in sometimes stilted formality. Clan Faery covered it in Honor and Duty that made Japanese Samurai look like Libertines. But the underlying thread that ran through all these modes was, 'Not-On-My-Watch'.The love that had initially bonded Mike to the Elven Clan was still a burning. Suddenly he realized that the pale white haired goddess playfullyfingering a set of keys was the woman who drove away with the BMW."Oh my God, I thought you were a hallucination." Walter baby I am so much more than a hallucination and maybe if you playyour cards right so much more." What do you mean?" Walter couldn't keep his eyes off her body, it washypnotizing."If you let me in we can discuss your future." She gave him a seductivepout. "Walter, be a gracious host and invite me into your.