"I don't have a slave tattoo any more." You don't? Why not?" Cause the sheriff took it off," I said. "He had some guy do it, um, Stanley or something?... Stanley Gibbons? He's the County Recorder," Drew sounded puzzled. "What did he do that for?" So he could auction me off," I nodded. "So nobody would know who owned me." That's illegal as hell," Drew was frowning. "That's an automatic ten years in jail for messing with a slave tattoo." That's why I couldn't stay," I said. "They were gonna auction. If he felt it too, he said nothing.She didn't need to bring him to orgasm. She only needed to stayintertwined long enough for the magic to transfer from her being to his.And in a short amount of time, the feeling was gone. She knew she hadaccomplished her task. She sat up; no will or desire to complete thecopulation. He only stared at her, but could say nothing. Thetransformation spell was starting to work. In a short amount of time hewould be transformed into a much more manageable. I'll try to be kinder and gentler next time."She pressed her lips against mine and gave me a kiss that I'll remember till my dying day. I quickly forgot the pain in my chest, aggravated by her three point landing on top of me, and the dull ache in my belly and got instantly as horny as a three peckered weasel. Reaching down I cupped her tiny ass with one hand and goosed her. Peggy squealed into my mouth and wiggled hard against me. I heard someone clearing their throat off to the side.I. I mean come on, eighty is around one thirty KPH and seventy is around one twenty. They were pretty damn close to each other on the speedometer. I know I will get the conversion between KPH and MPH down eventually, but it is still pretty hard to get right in the specific range to be exactly at seventy MPH. I had been using Waze to give me a MPH speedometer to reference.The last two hours passed much like when we were driving around one twenty. We scanned for radio stations to find a song we.