O.k. he replied, and told us to come down the next day around 5.30, a half hour before closing. Eileen squealed with delight and climbed on top of me ...nd we fucked again.The next day we went down to what was a busy salesroom. There was a lot of people around and we had to wait a while. Eileen had wore a loose top with no bra, which was more of a clubbing top or a holiday top,and was very revealing. She wore the same short skirt as before,but no knickers. As we sat waiting she kept flashing him. I could feel suction on the head of my cock. She was not only willing to deep throat me but seemed eager to have me tickle her tonsils.She even pressed down to force my cock as deep into her throat as it could possibly get. The couple was grinning when they walked up. The woman said, “I see that my sister, Gwen, has already started on you. I guess I had better get her open for later.” She knelt behind “Gwen” and stuck two fingers in her upturned butt.Her guy moved behind her and stuck his. I was just an innocent audience member.Fortunately, even my pebble-hard nipples couldn’t distract my chef for too long, and he finished his fluffing, took the sauce off the pan before showing it to the camera, my stomach tightening at the sight of its golden contents. “Perfect! Look at that! Doesn’t it look delicious?”“Mhm!”He turned off the flame, grabbed some spices off the rack, dashed them in, gave a final stir, and set the bowl aside. He grabbed two English muffins and twisted them in. For a woman to be able to do what she had done spoke volumes about the very powerful magic she had harnessed; they needed to find a way to shift some of that powerful magic to themselves. Torture was the way to do it, but only if they could find something particularly painful. Her spirit had to be wracked with pain to be made to distribute its magic to her captors.They pulled off her obvious weapons and dragged Abigail to their camp. Abigail was startled to see that they had already captured.