What the Crone cared about, was intent, desire, and action. She cared about death and sacrifice. She cared about blood.Hopefully, she’d care about t...em enough to answer their call.The flames danced and swayed, howls and wails quiet but piercing, and the gentle roar of the fire the choir to their song. The bodies in the bowl were cooking, and the sound of crackling fat and blood grew louder. It smelled horrific. She stepped in closer, and ran her hands through the flame. It did not harm her.This. Im still sitting in the chair as you get so close your cock is in my face. I giggle and slide your pants to the floor. I then take your cock in my hand and slide it up and down the length for a bit then lean my face down and slide my tongue on the underside to circle the head. You place a hand on the back of my head and start moaning. I then slide your cock into my hot wet mouth and bob my head up and down slowly, all while you can feel my tongue caressing the underside of your shaft. You tell. I closed my eyes, savoring the faint taste of her lipstick and the smell of her hair. Our lips moved together; her tongue slid lightly against mine. My hands slid down to her firm rear and squeezed; one of my legs moved between hers and she rubbed against me, moaning.I pulled back. Without question, she raised her hands, and I pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it aside. Her skirt went next; unzipped, it slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was wearing sheer stockings and. By aiming carefully she could make the whip wrap around the maid's leg nearest to her. Angling just right it would snap around and catch Trenka in the soft pubic mound. Glancing quickly over at Bragk she saw the whip mistress nodding approval. She continued to work her way down until she was lashing the soles of Trenka's feet. Since Bragk hadn't made it this far Jennifer got to witness first hand how the whip marked skin. The tiny cubes cut in like small blades. Finally after she had bloodied.