You're my three hole fuck toy, to be used for my pleasure and entertainment. You'll do everything I want without complaint. Now get down on your knees...and clean my cock."I was puzzled. What did he mean, clean his cock. I started to head towards the downstairs bathroom to get a towel. "Where are you going slut." "I'm going to get a towel" "You don't need one, get on your knees and use your slut mouth to clean it." "No, I can't. That's disgusting and dirty. It will have poo on it." I cried as I. We were already under her full spell of it all.Twice before Witchy Woman had used her potions to get my wife fucked!And now at this exact time, She was going to totally drag us into the darkest and deepest depths of Satanic/Demonic sacrifices. She had gone to her kitchen and mixed up drinks for us all and came back and served us each our very own drink.Mine in a ancient looking goblet and my wife's the same, except hers had different carvings about it than mine.As we all drank our elixirs I and. Of course, she already had more clothes than she could ever wear, so I always ended up buying her jewellery, trinkets, or food. Food was always a good one—she never argued about me buying lunch or dinner.She turned her attention from my clothes to me at my grunt. Her eyes widened briefly then took on a lustful look that made me feel like a gazelle who had wandered too close to the sunbathing lion pride. I had no choice but to wait and see if she could be bothered to pounce or if she’d already. After another hour Lindsey decided that she would drive back to the museum and talk to the strange man that ran the place. “Hello, didn't I see you here yesterday?”“Uh ... oh, yes, yes I was here,” Lindsey replied to the man she recognised as the owner. There were only a few tired tourists in the little museum at this time with no tourist buses in the parking lot. It was the kind of place you stopped at more to break your trip than to satisfy your belief in Yowie. “By the way my name is David,.