My current assignment was for a young couple that had to be a full decade younger than me although I did my best to look like a real babysitter wearin... my daughter’s clothes and constantly chewing gum and putting on lipstick with my knees spread open so the husbands could focus on my pussy instead of my laugh lines at the corners of my eyes. They were a dead giveaway of my actual age and it wasn’t a teenager.I had discovered that once the husband was mounted on my backside pumping away at one. I want you to do three things for me on the night, three special things. We’ll do all the getting ready together - you’ll shave my pussy and help me bath and dress but we’ll go in two cars and there’s three things you have to do for me before you come home. Will you promise to do them?” “You haven’t said what they are.” “I know, but I want you to promise anyway. This is all about trust. You’re trusting me to have sex with some super stud and then stay married to you. So do three things for me.”. No amount of sympathy was required, you had the object of the spell itself. Ripe for the picking. Now, when you don't have the advantage of having your subject with you, or when you want to cast spells on them without their knowledge, your spell has more power when you utilize the magical bonds of sympathy. You take the object," he said, holding out his left hand and grabbing an imaginary handle. "That hairbrush or whatever. And you focus onto your target," he said, clutching it closer. "Magic. By the time I reached her deprived, needy area, she was already glistening wet, looking almost like glitter underneath the trace amounts of florescent light escaping into the desk. Her clit was swollen now, bright pink and exposed. As soon as my tongue touched it, her legs squeezed around my legs and her hand was on the back of my head. “Please, I want to cum all over your face.” I pulled away and murmured “I want you to cum all over my face.” She writhed underneath my hands again.I pulled her.