“Where are your keys?” She said peering over my shoulder towards the kitchen, biting her lower lip in a typically Laura habit. “Why?” “I wan... your BMW keys,” she repeated more forcefully. I turned to the kitchen and found my keys in their usual place on a hook on the wall and returned to where she was standing. “You want to be the loser tonight? It starts with driving your BMW.” I handed her the keys, the small metal BMW symbol on my key disappeared into her palm and she smiled wickedly at me.. The location of her mother’s cottage was a well guarded secret. The villagers believed her to be a witch. They had no qualms purchasing her potions and brews to heal their various ailments, nor tying to obtain curses and love potions, but they would never consider protecting her if the local friar rallied for an angry mob. They’d bring their torches and pitchforks and burn her at the stake. Then they’d find another healer to betray. She couldn’t lead him to her home. She had to think fast.. Her lipstick was gone, and i could see her dry lips getting wet. Her tongue was out and i creamed it with my saliva.Until then, i didn’t know elder women were lot better than young bitches. Quickly got rid of her panties to play with her wide opening with my finger “aaah ram…ooooh yeahhh…” I then spat on her navel point and she was shivering like hell. I leaned forward to suck that spit and went down to her clit.With no warning, I pushed my tongue into her opening “aaaah” she moaned. She got up. .."What did you do after that night?" I went from city to city and was always cast out as a pariah.Everywhere I went disaster struck and many people were killed, yet Isurvived. I was in the death camps of Auschwitz. People called me a Jew;and I was arrested. I went to the ovens and thought I would finally endmy horror, I suffered atrociously, but the curse kept me from dying. NowI want you to end this for me; I can live no longer."I had seen mindless people walking the streets. It was always.