. let me finish, if it pleases you.” The witch motioned in a placating gesture. “The second time a woman touches your seed- with any part of her b...dy, mind you- her tongue, womb, bottom, hands, face, whatever His Grace prefers- the perfect obedience lasts longer, likely about three hours, and the woman is permanently enamoured with you. She is not compelled to obey you per se, but she’ll constantly long for you, like a maiden for her first love.”“The final act,” she said with a grand gesture,. But if our parents are away we used to be little closer physically. She always used to address me as Bhaiyya in a sweet tone. Her eyes always used to be filled with love. I am not sure if it was a sister’s love or a females love towards a male but I always considered it to be the later. So this went on but I never got the guts to explore her nor did she have that in her mind as she is still budding young beauty. Best thing was our parents never got any doubt about me since I was 6 yrs elder. So. The newfound seclusion pushed Liz to respond to what she was feeling. She stopped in her tracks and pulled Fantine to a halt. The two faced each other and Liz addressed her urge to take her new friend in her arms and indulge all the wants she could not explain. She reached out to Fantine but something stopped her. She was confused. Feelings that had slumbered so long were now waking, not for a man, but another woman. She looked at Fantine, her eyes were full of bewilderment and. That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she would be waiting for me after work in her conver- tible to take me home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she simply reached out to take my wrist in a bone crushing grip and force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked, change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason.