It is my world, and you merely live in it."Imogen kept her face a mask, willing herself not to smile."That was a joke. But it is also true. And it is ...also true that this world, once created, followed a path that I had not predicted. It took on a life of its own. They that in habit this world are not, as I had supposed, mere constructs. They exist in a reality every bit as genuine as mine or that of the Muggles. How this came to be, I cannot say. It is true that I can, if I wish, exercise. " He opened the bottle. Alcohol? He poured some on the rag, then started rubbing the inside of my arm. The rag slowly turned brownish. And my tattoos started to appear."See boys? I was right." Fuck damn." No shit." Look at that."He wiped down my entire left arm, reading the tattoos out loud to his friends. "Piss slut. Fuck hole. I only take it up the ass, so climb on. Look at all of this." Panic set in. He knew, he knew it was me, he knew it and hated me. He wanted to 'fix' me, to take me 'out. It only took mere moments, and he was thoroughly hard again. Misty wondered if they were going to have sex, and hoped that if they did, they would not shut off the light beforehand. Her wish was soon granted when Misty saw Sarah straddle him, and guide his long cock inside her. Sarah’s slim body bounced steadily on his shaft. Her busts swayed over his face, and her long hair danced on his powerful chest, as she rapidly moved toward orgasm. Sarah then leaned back and placed her hands behind her. Okay?’ ‘Okay?’ the diminutive redhead asked, glancing at Erika for approval. The blonde stared thoughtfully ahead, her mind trawling through the women she and Alistair had been with. Of all the beauties they’d fucked together, it had to be an unknown that was trying to make trouble. Jane Atkinson, she could understand. She never did trust that gobby socialite, though she’d threatened her with what could happen when the dyed blonde had got too big for her boots and hinted at a conversation with.