"Alright, alright. Thomas, you brought it up, so you get the curtains.Shut them tight, it needs to be dark for the, eh, spell, to work."Nervous murmur... rose as the curtains were closed, snuffing most of thelight. I could make out the excited grins on Hugh and Edward at theopposite side of the circle, eager to see how this performance would go,but the overall climate had already taken a turn for the somber. WhenThomas sat back down I leaned forward and began setting the stage, my facebarely. She started stroking my dick up and down but was worried to take it in the mouth. So I hold her hair and pushed my dick into her mouth with a full push. She got choke up. I removed it and as soon as she tried to regain her breath I again pushed it in. This time she was ready. I hold ur hairs tight and started mouth fucking her. I was fucking her mouth and red lips like hell. I was inserting my dick deep inside her mouth.I was about to cum so I pulled her and lift her in my arms. She was happy. It was a magnificent estate and the grounds were decorated beautifully. It was a beautiful sunny winter day; quite unusual for Chicago at this time of year.I wore a long black evening gown with a plunging neckline and had a slit almost up to my hip on the left leg. I wore black heels and black thigh highs. Every step I took in that dress exposed the lace tops of my stockings through the slit. I accented my ensemble with a simple string of pearls. Mike was decked out in a beautiful black. There seemed to be no escape, as the walls seemed to crumble all around her. She knew the window was too high to jump and soon slid across the floor like a baseball player into home when a heavy beam dropped down beside her.On her knees she began to sob in uncontrolled terror. "This can't be real." She cried to herself. "People don't turn into mannequins. There are no such things as haunted houses."The moans and voices grew louder and penetrated her eardrums. Summoning her last bit of courage,.