Sex with Bob was constant, very rough and often demeaning, but didn’t involve anyone but the two of us. Bob fucked my pussy, ass and mouth every day...while calling me a slut and whore. He loved fucking me from behind and slapped my ass and pinched my tits while making me say what a nasty whore I was. And maybe he was right. Daily, I thought of the nasty man at the tattoo parlor fucking me and wishing I was with him.After about a month, Bob began to change and seemed to lose interest in having. Still, it was secluded. No one from the village would dare to wander this far into the forest and isolation was a must.You reach into your pouch, remove the spellbook, and lay it on the ground. The strange runes that marked its cover begin glowing as you run your fingers down the book’s spine. You open to the bookmarked page and start to prepare for the ritual.First you need chalk. You grab a stick of it from your pouch and start drawing on the wooden floor. You sketch the symbols ♉, ♈, and ♍. I was quickly glad I had removed the shells when they began pulling the trigger and pointing them at everything.I tried to explain how they worked but they were like kid with a new toy.. which in essence was true. That started to worry me when I remembered that I had never had to reload. I apologized but quickly took them back. I told them they could be dangerous.They asked for a demonstration, Without reloading I drew and fired at a piece of fruit hanging from a tree limb. There was a bang and. ”Just then I had a brilliant idea. I looked at Caity's naked body as she walked back to me, finished with the spa and a sly smile crossed my face. I told her “Before we get into the tub, I wanna do something.” “Sure, what is it?” Caity asked “Just do as I say okay? I am sure you'll figure it out.” I answered Caity seemed uneasy but curious of what I had in store for her, so she simply reply “Oh sure, okay then.” Caity still had that cheerful smile of hers as I lead her over to one of the.