I get a cab and instanly go to the location they gave me. It is a dump, to say the least. It is a broken up house in a ghetto. It looks as If there is...a party going on. I am wearing ripped up jeans and a tight white shirt with no bra on. I walk up the steps to get into the house and I start to get the same feeling as I did walking in the dark ally to their van. I feel such a surreal feeling inside of me that cannot be explained. I know what's going to happen, and yet, I am still moving. Maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to tell me whether your cock is sore or not. How about that?" If it's not too sore I might be a bit frisky," laughed Harry."Let me worry about that. As you will have seen, George is a fair bit older than me and though he can fuck pretty well he hasn't got the stamina of you young studs. I do like to keep in practice but I must admit that no one has had my bum for quite a while. I think I'm getting frisky myself. 'Bye Harry darling, it was great su... er. seeing. She doesn't want a false history but I simply can't allow her to relive the horror. So, she makes regular visits to the farm to see what I can do. She's a superb woman, desperately needing all the good things that life has to offer. She says she sometimes knows how an alcoholic must feel; when the only way she can orgasm normally is under the influence of my spells.Her history makes the use of magic somewhat 'unnerving' for her. There's not a lot I can do to limit her dependency, if anything it. There was a monitor next to my television so that I could watchmy little caged bird at all times. There were four cameras placed in thebasement so that every inch of it was covered.After about an hour I could see that she was nearly ready; I haddeliberately left out only a small selection of clothes for her tochoose from, short skirts and tight tops were something she was gonnahave to get used to. Even so I could see on my screens from the look onher face the trauma she was going through having.