I soon find what a few good length of rope and walk back to her. “Ever been tied up?” I ask her. “No, but I am willing to try anything.” She s...ys. I grab her wrists and wrap a bit of rope around them and then do the same to her ankles. I scratch my chin and look up, spotting the perfect beam above the bed. I grab a wooden chair, move it toward the bed and stand up on it. I then take the length of rope in my hand and toss it through the space between the beam and the ceiling, making the rope. She even learned a little Spanish and spoke in an accent. I’m pretty sure everyone knew how fake she was, but many of the guys we knew allowed her to play her little game. She naturally had a big ass and would give it up to pretty much any dude! So yea, I hated this slut, but her parents were rich and I loved her car. My boyfriend was almost as bad as the boys my age, he had fucked her before, and would share with me his desire to do it again. I reminded him we were in a relationship and I. I moved so I could just put the tip of my tongue in the base of the cleft, almost down at her puckered sphincter and slowly pulled my stiff tongue up, stopping just short of where I knew she wanted me to go. Instead, I lowered my lips and pressed them down to her flesh and gave her a brief pressing kiss to her clitoral hood. I looked up and saw her squeezing her breasts. My next pass up her opening drove a little deeper and I allowed my tongue to just caress the top of the V, drawing a gasp.It. I was glad that Vivian and Hazel had barred her from using magic, butI suspected that once they relented Kelly's mood would change.Magic, and being a witch had become the most important thing inKelly's life. It made me wonder how I'd act if I couldn't playfootball. Maybe it was time for me to ask Vivian to let her startpracticing again. They could break the binding but not give her afocus. That would leave her weak but able to practice.Church was more than a little boring. The sermon left.