She was alone on the platform and the first thing she noticed was her fever was gone. It was replaced with a dizziness and a strange feeling inside, d...wn low. There was still some pain in her head but not the intense pounding like before. Her stomach wound was still causing a bit of discomfort, but only when she tried to sit up. Her first notion was to attribute her mended wounds to the narcotic kiss of the native girl. She lay quietly and waited for her friend to return.A few minutes later her. She shook her head but didn’t look at him. She was behaving like Bethany when he barked, before asking her why.He smoothed his hand and over her mussed-up hair, “Gods you are so beautiful Kitten. You have some bloody control over me. The women in your family aren’t witches are they?”Willow giggled despite herself.Ty smiled, “Now you tell me you’re a witch! I should have known it. So my little witch what am I to do with you. How do I break your spell?”Willow shook her head. “I’m not a witch.. SHE INVITED ME IN AND I WAS SURPRISED HOW MODERN HER APARTMENT WAS. SHE HAD A NICE SELECTION OF MODERN SOFAS,CHAIRS AND MODERN ART ON THE WALL. IN AN EXPENSIVE CABINET WERE PHOTOGRAPHS OF GRANDc***dREN AND c***dREN. AS I GAVE HER A KISS ON THE CHEEK,I COULD SMELL IVORY SOAP AND A LIGHT SCENTED PERFUME. WITH HER DARK INTENSIVE EYES SHE SAID THAT I LOOKED NICE.THE LIVINGROOM WAS DARK AS THE D****S WERE SHUT AND A CEILING FAN TWIRLED WITH A WHIZZING SOUND AND I COULD SMELL THE SPANISH FOOD COOKING. The young girl on the stage had reached back in order to spread her cream-white buttock globes open like a curtain from her delicately throbbing rectal lips, giving the dog's tongue greater access as he worked at her from behind with increasing urgency. The tongue lashed up between her legs continually, dredging mournful, sobbing cries of desire from her parched young lips. Watching this, Sarah could feel the flame escalating in her own loins drastically. The aching hunger spread from her.