“Rub your clit.” He said. “Rub that hard little clit.” She let out a small grunt as she applied more pressure with her index finger, pushing ...own on the swollen nub through her pants. “Oh…” she moaned softly, her eyes half closing and her head bowing slightly. “Look at that girl on the screen,” he whispered. “Look at how he’s making that bitch cum over and over…you love that, don’t you? You’re imagining yourself like that, aren’t you?” “Yeeess,” she whimpered, her fingers rubbing harder. He looked at his watch and announced that, given the traffic during the morning rush, we probably should have left ten minutes ago. As I gathered my coat and purse, he called down for the valet to bring his car around to the front. Five minutes later we were in his Land Rover, crawling through London's heavy early morning traffic.As soon as we reached the motorway, traffic thinned somewhat and we pulled into the car park at Heathrow at 8:25, just in time to see an Airbus jetliner with British. "Well, get one. You know, I haven't asked. Can you cook, Jayne?" Eggs, beans on toast and anything that can be nuked," I answeredproudly."A whiz kid with the microwave! I see," Karen laughed. "Well, you aregoing to have to learn how to cook proper meals." I think there's a couple of cookery books somewhere, unless Carol tookthem." That's a start. We'll have to get you enrolled in cookery classes,"Karen said."Who, John or Jayne?" I asked, nervously."Jayne, of course. You silly girl."Now I was. "May the elemental power of earth bless and protect this circle, this home, and its occupants."I continued to the south, crunched through the snow, fed manna, and slowly changed the line pouring out of my athame from earth to fire. At the back of the house, I drew the pentagram for fire. "May the elemental power of fire bless and protect this circle, this home, and its occupants."I walked to the west while changing the line of fire to water. I drew the pentagram for water. "May the elemental.