Rachel felt strangely comforted by the strong supportingarms of the witch. As she glanced up at her face she was sure that Wanda wasindeed her boss. B...rbara had been so supportive of Rachel after the marriagebreak-up, and had given her much more support than she could have expected froman employer.? But it couldn?t be her. Herboss, Barbara, was a self made multi-millionaire, who certainly wouldn?t go paradingaround the streets dressed as a witch. It was all so confusing. While still comforting. Ready to cum soon. She finally said what sent me over the edge. “I’m fucking better than her aren’t I? I fuck better. I take your cock better. I’m easier to dominate. Use meeeeee. Fucking cum on my face. Use me like a whore. A better than your wife fucking SLUT!!! SLUUUTTTTT!! I’m a WHOREEEEEEE YESSSS FUCKING FUCK MEEEEEEEE”I pulled my cock out as she squirted everywhere, leaving streams down her legs. I threw her to her knees. Grabbed her hair again and jacked my cock off quickly. Her mouth. After Robert tasted it and approved, the steward filled both glasses and put the bottle on the table. Betty watched the whole ceremony, smiling at all the fuss and bother. "Mmm," she said as she took her first sip, "This is very good, Robert. Thank you." "You are welcome, Betty. I like Cabernet Sauvignon and this place always has a good selection. It's a very good restaurant and I come here quite often," he said. "I thought as much seeing how everyone here treats you," Betty remarked. "Well. I tend to watch the women, find an attractive one or two and feign as if I'm playing to them alone. It's easy enough, more eye contact than anything else.And that's how I met them.Embeth and Audrey. One blonde, one brunette. Both were about thirty or so and well preserved; probably gym rats from their hard, but well curved bodies.They approached me when the next to last set ended. Introductions were performed, and Audrey handed me a strong scotch on the rocks."Thanks," I said. "How did you know.