He always put in a good two hours of log sawing, and thunder, lightning, or even an earthquake couldn’t wake him until he has his nap out. He sleeps...just as soundly at night, too. Sue said that on several occasions she had tried to wake him, but it was next to impossible.One morning when I was in the kitchen with Sue, she asked me if I had ever been down to the creek at the far end of the farm. I had never explored that part of the farm and had no idea there was a creek there. I told that I. It was a safe way for a ritual to fail, but subtle. When sex started to feel unsatisfying, or people started disassociating, it could be like quicksand. By the time they realized they were in it, it would be too late. There was nothing more important for a sex based ritual than making sure everyonme was mentally present and enthusiastically enjoying the process.The last factor was the wards. If the rate she could draw energy into herself was slower than the rate of buildup, the ward sigils. I grabbed that firm bum as it went up and down, back and forth, pounding that fabulous cock up me. “You like, white bitch”, he asked, knowing the answer. “Just fuck my cunt, you black fucking bastard.” The language was extreme. I do swear in bed, but, not usually to that extent. He flipped me over again. He was on his side now, so was I. He was taking me from behind. I reached down between my legs and stroked his length as he effortlessly shagged me. He stroked my tits. Then that first orgasm.. I am always attracted to young girls showing very little skin in their dress wear but like them wearing tight dress.I always fantasized of having sex with my dream girls not by force but by blackmailing them for some reason or the other with their full consent. I always dreamt of the likes of actresses Oviya of ‘Kalavani’ fame, Sindhu Menon of ‘Eeram’ fame, Sandhya of ‘Kadhal’ fame etc. I slightly tweaked the scenes in aforesaid movies in my day dreams and develop situations to blackmail my.