This place only existed in storieson the internet. But here I was in a store that could only be Spells-R-Us.All of the details mentioned in the storie... I'd read were there: woodendoor, in place of another store in a mall, bigger on the inside, dust onthe eclectic merchandise, the old man wearing a bathrobe standing rightbeside me, costumes along one wall, oddly labeled potions sitting onshelves, wait... old man wearing a bathrobe standing right beside me?"Hello John," the Man, whom I knew to be. Basak, Nilam is one of our best sales girls.The manager raised hishand to signal for attention and called, ‘Nilam baby, I have someone I wouldlike you to meet. Nilam, dressed in a mini skirt, smiled and nodded. Pivoting her office chair anduncrossing her long legs she stood up. Shantanu thought for a moment that hecaught a glimpse of white panties between those legs, but they vanished far tooquickly for him to be sure. Nilam crossed the marble floor quickly on her highheels, a skill not easily. When the flow finally stopped, I pulled off and we admired Daddy’s new thing for a moment. It twitched and jumped, still slick with my saliva but clean of any cum. I pulled Daddy off the chair, leading him, Mommy and little s*s upstairs to the master bedroom before telling Daddy to lie down on his back. Mommy got up on the bed next to him and offered her still leaking boobies, which he began to suckle ravenously as his penis refused to lie still.I pulled my little s*s over to him, letting her. What I’m asking is whether you like it or not.’ Then she pulled her annoying trick of sabotaging my answer, ‘and don’t say you don’t care one way or the other, because this is an either or thing.’ Defeated by her relentless logic, I slumped in my seat, ‘I guess I like it then.’ Once she latched on to something Debbie was not one to let it drop easily. She smiled, relishing the debate to come. It still hovered somewhere between argument and teasing, so I knew I had to monitor what I said.