"I know what's going on," she said. Now she sounded like she'd begun tocry. "I want to talk to my husband, you... slut!" she screamed.Dumbfounded, Rac...el passed the phone to me."She knows!" Rachel hissed. "Wait a minute. SHE had something to do withthis?" I turned off the speaker phone and put the receiver up to mymouth."Sara?" I asked tentatively. She didn't say anything. I could hear hercrying on the line and suddenly felt like the biggest asshole in theworld. "I'm so sorry. I've never done. . that I’m not sure of. I believe they will be sending people to Salem and here to Boston. They’ll be looking for those in the Magic Haters who they made the deal with. Of course, they won’t find them or any trace of them,” I told her.“But Lew and Al know that we incinerated them,” Jill protested.“Not really,” I said and smiled. “I cast a forgetfulness spell on them, so they wouldn’t remember their little trip to Hell before we left. SO, the Russians won’t learn where the Magic Haters. I began to lightly nibble her clit. She went crazy, thrashing herself around on my face, suddenly cumming in a passionate frenzy, holding my head onto her cunt with her hands, fucking her gushing cunt against my mouth and tongue and nose. In a great grunting groaning spasm she reached her peak, then slumped back on her towel, her legs flopped apart. "Lucky that bastard's dead already” she said as I lifted my wet face up to look at her. "To think I've been missing out on this because of him". Then, after a quick massage, she would get him hard again with her mouth, ride him again, until he was just about to blow and then whip his cock out at the last second, slip underneath him and take the second, bigger load, all over her face. This drove him wild. She usually managed to get him up again twice in the second hour too.Marc Brown had been asking Sandra for some time now if she’d consider meeting him outside of the brothel.‘You know me now,’ he coaxed, ‘you know I’m safe. You can get.