The thought of exorcism brought to Mike's mind a play he'd read in high school. A play, written by Arthur Miller, about the Salem witch trials. Trials...of seemingly ordinary and good women who convicted of being possessed by evil and found to be beyond redemption.What did they do with witches? In Salem, they hanged them. But the traditional way, in stories, was to burn them. Burn them at the stake.Torch the witch... Jennifer and Dr. Seymour looked at him expectantly. He made a sound, which. I'm naked by now. She comes across to the massage table at which time I suggest that we start with her sitting on the end edge of the table (with her legs dangling over the edge).She sits on the edge of the table and I stand close to her (between her spread thighs). My hardening cock is at the same level as her pussy (which is hiding behind her very hairy and fluffy bush). My hands reach out and grasp her delicious tits - feeling their firmness. My hands wander all over her tits - tweaking her. Who is building them, and where?”“There are a few small islands directly south of the main Japanese islands. Kawasaki did their research before agreeing to build our shipyard. They discovered that we put in a bid for the MCDV project, and since Japan is looking at modernizing their navy, they wanted in.”“You sold weapons to Japan? Are you kidding me?”Few Canadians from the late 80s to early 90s know anything about Japan, other than they were our enemy in WW2. I have to remind Gramps, “We are. She pulled her head back and twisted her lips in ecstasy. The voyeur was now wanking frantically.My wife knew this was revenge so she gently moved her finger to the very tip of my dick, which was now soaking in precum. She knew just exactly where to touch and what I needed and gave it to me, slowly, excruciatingly. She slid her index finger, using the precum as lubricant, from the tip down to the frenulum, slowly and rhythmically, never changing speed. I could see her pussy was wet, as it was.