I'll call you in a few days when I know more."The funeral was the following weekend so Frankie could attend without missing class. It was there Mrs. Y...ung's lawyer, Mr. Rosin, handed Frankie an envelope. In it was her farewell to him in a letter that he carried in his wallet everywhere he went. At Christmas, Frankie learned that Mr. Young, Mrs. Young's ex-husband, was contesting the will, claiming that Mrs. Young wasn't of sound mind. Mr. Rosin got the court to schedule the hearing during. Fifth day she was waiting when I was leaving for office and thanked me for the note. Our conversations were going good now. On weekend I invited her to my room for a tea and she was quite reluctant and almost said no. Not to piss me off she came to room and left in 2 mins. Before she left, she said she is allowed to go around with customers in hotel but if I quite keen then Coffee Day would be a better place.8th day we met at coffee day chatted for a while. During our discussion she told me. She let me wait for a time, then called for me to sit next to her on the sofa, which I found remarkable. She handed me a document, and said, “Read this, please.”I quickly settled in and started reading. I looked up at her puzzled. It appeared to be a script for the initiation, but it read like a coronation.Holy Shit! I thought to myself, What the fuck is happening tonight?“This will be a major event. There will be Masters and Mistresses from covens all over Europe and Russia present as invited. I rolled her onto her back, moving on top of her so I could press down against her tight. My hand slid back up her sides, finding her tits and feeling them sliding and bouncing on her chest as she moved her hips back and forth under me. My shaft was getting wetter and wetter as she ground her cunt against me. She was moaning and panting, her legs kept moving higher and higher, sliding up my thighs and ass until they were hooked around my waist. I felt my head slide down and drop against.