"F..fuck.. D..Don't go.. So hard!.." Xavin was cast aside again as Rob looked at Dawn.."You want him to eat your pussy, babe?" Rob smirked and pushed ...er backward, onto her back. "The fuck!? You said this was just a blowjob!" Rob grunted "Yeah, I said that.. But things change.." he put his hand between her legs, noticing she was wet he smiled "Ah, you kinky whore.. Getting off watching your little boyfriend take a cock?.." Dawn flushed red, "N-no! No.. I.. " Rob began stroking his finger. "Oh, it was just a tap," she giggled, flicking him some more right on head of his cock."Ow, please Mistress, please?" he begged.She giggled again, rubbing the end of the crop around the head of his cock. "Who's cock and balls are these, pet?" she asked, grinning at him as she kept rubbing the crop on his cock, smearing the precum that was leaking out of it all over the tip.When he didn't answer straight away, she started pressing down on his balls harder with her foot. "Ow! They're yours!" he. This was a time just before airbags and America was not as safety conscious about automobiles as they are today, but I was. I spotted a couple brand new minivans that were totally destroyed. To me, they looked like crumpled tin cans. Yes, you can argue that you want a car to crumple to take on the energy of the crash so as not to transmit that energy to the passenger compartment and to the passengers. Yet, these minivans were mangled. The roofs were pushed in compromising the passenger. The small room was as smokey as a reefer addict's attic. To provide relief from my hacking cough, Mulva offered sanctuary inside her bedroom. The first thing I noticed there was a large bed shaped like a pentagram. It must be Hell to find fitted sheets for this contraption I thought to myself but another question came to mind."I'm very curious, Mulva..." I can cure that easily enough without spells, darling." Not that! I'm curious if witches worship Satan?"She contemplated briefly before.