"In my house, I have no staff, it will be just me and you. I will cook three times a week and you will be expected to prepare meals the rest of the ti...es."I nodded."You will address me as Sir or Master unless I say otherwise. Understood?"I nodded again."Use your words Elowena, unless I specifically ask of you otherwise." Sorry, sir, I understand, sir," I replied timidly."Good girl," he said in a way that made me shiver. "As for religion, you will be permitted to pray for 15 minutes a day after. Finding none he moved to the next house in the small terrace, repeating his check. Finally at the end of the street he came to the small warehouse and grabbing the edges of the slightly gapping hardboard that was nailed covering the front door he yanked, opening up the entrance to the building wide enough for his large tall and well muscled body to go through. Walking into the old reception area he kicked at the old fallen faux pare torn leather sofa that had once held visitors to the business. I could fit both hands on his shaft and still have the head to suck. I began a steady pumping and sucking motion, at times removing my hands and fitting as much as I could in my mouth. I was loving being a cocksucker for big black dick. He gently but firmly placed his large hands on my head and matched my rhythm while telling me I was a good cocksucker and to keep sucking his big cock. That turned me on more and spurred me to a faster pace, feeling that huge, throbbing mushroom head slide in. And then I had to go and get involved with Ysané. Passionate, temperamental, insanely jealous Ysané.How was I to know that she was a practicing witch? Sure, she played around with all that occult shit and once even tried to get me to do Tarot card readings and Ouija Board stuff with her. I just laughed and told her to knock that stuff off. Yeah, she was just another dame to me, with an overactive pussy and an overactive ego. It was fun while it lasted, but then she started trying.