“More, Collin!” she growled into my ear, “I need this so fucking bad and you feel so damn good inside of me. Fuck me hard! Please fuck me hard... Do wicked things to me, Collin. Make me do wicked things!”Hell, I thought I was! But if she wanted it rough, well then, rough was what she would get. I’ve learned that when you give the boss what she wants she’s happier, and a happy boss is a forgiving boss. I waited until she had stopped climaxing, and then roughly pushed her off of me. From the. The attendant come mistress had told them in an imperious tone how they had failed in their tasks as servants and would now suffer the consequences. After a thorough scolding, so convincing in its stern tone that Mia couldn’t help but marvel a little at the quality of Lucy’s acting, they had been sent to their room, ordered to strip to their panties, fold their clothes neatly and wait in silence until Lucy came to deliver their punishment.It seemed they had been sitting there for a very long. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!’…….her voice carried only surprise. ‘Ummm, nothing, Princess, just trying to protect you until we figure out where we are’…(lying does not come easily to me!). Karen sat up, her figure covered in mud, hiding the good bits. ‘any idea where we are’?, she enquired. ‘Not as yet, see that you are ohkay, though, Karen, and not injured are you? Better let me check, just to make sure.’ I ran my hands over her body, pretending to be an expert at diagnosing broken bones and such. It. After what seemed like an eternity, evening finally came. Normally thiswould be a time that Brett would be at one of the various watering holeshe frequented, but once again the notion of the skirt made him decideotherwise.Meanwhile, in another part of town, Erin was in a highly elated state ofmind. She couldn't help wondering what was happening with the guy shegave the skirt to. True she was a witch, but like all things, the use ofmagic has its limitations, and scrying balls had long since.