She now wholeheartedly embraced every kinky pleasure Erica could think up for her. “Do you want me to take it out, Mary?” Erica asked her young sl...ve.“No, Mistress, please!” Mary begged. “Don’t take it out.”“So, you like having your arse filled, do you?” Erica teased her. She could feel her own pussy grow increasingly wetter between her legs. It had been a long time since she’d had a ‘client’ she’d enjoyed as much as she did Mary.“Yes, Mistress,” Mary panted. “I love having it in my arse. It. . anything long term with this woman would make my laundry bill go through the roof.We spent most of her remaining off time together, getting to know one another and planning to meet up at home. A week later, I parked the truck in a truckstop at home and planned to spend the next couple of weeks getting to know this little lady.Before buying a truck, I’d been a SCUBA instructor for many years. The agency I certified for kept trying to get me to take a management job at one of the many. ”And it was.For a few minutes, it was really old home week. Jean was there along with Jim and baby Jamey. The girls, Sandy and Susan, were staying at home with the Callaways. We learned that Roy Neill, the vice-president-sales, had sent a plane out to pick up Bill and Janice Page, the couple who had piloted Jean, Jim and the girls on their selling trip for Tiffany’s, along with their infant son, Billy. And since they were being flown back to Chicago the next day, they invited the Dawsons to. .. wait... You mean on me?"That night we tried the same ceremony, only with me chanting and Gwenrubbing oil on me. I didn't really care one way or the other aboutremoving my body hair, but it seemed a good way to test it. Oddly enoughthe next morning I woke up hairy as ever.Gwen explained in disbelief, "Well according to the book these spellswill only work for its owner. I actually had to sign my name to alittle contract in the front cover. So it's not supposed to work foranyone but me." So the.