Frustratingly, there were also times when he had to do the work for which he was paid. And this was as a system tester in the Council Offices for the ...ondon Borough of Waltham Forest. He'd had the same position for over ten years and could see no scope or opportunity for promotion. Especially so as he generally did as little actual work as he could get away with.He also lived in the same one-bedroom flat on Forest Road, Walthamstow, he'd bought when his father died and left him with enough to. For this reason they were classified as “Naughty witches” and had rightfully earned there present predicament.There magic was very small and they didn’t even know they had any other for the fact that none of them could bear to wear knickers and they could all do special things with their pussy’s.Slowly and in single file they all made their way across the moat as the boards of the drawbridge groaned and creaked at every step and every girl wondered if they could survive the terrors of the moat. It was a day or two later and the weather had turned a little cooler. Around mid-morning, the silence was broken in Ted’s home by a rapid banging on his door. So insistent and urgent were the knocks that he hurried, not knowing if he would be confronted by a madman or what. It was, in fact, his neighbour. For a second, time stood still as she stood there in her white top and shorts, absolutely wet through. Even though she was wearing a bra, the water had soaked her to the skin and her. I argued the first time, but I know better, now. Perhaps I am capable of cleaning myself. Maybe my arms can move, and I only imagine they're held securely. But even when I really try, I cannot. But arguing makes it worse. They added a comment about how I refuse to stop showing off my pussy lips around the cloth of my straight jacket crotch, and how I peed and pooped right in front of them, without the decency of closing my stall door. It must be true I'm crazy, since none of this makes any.