The boy hadn’t said a word; all he could do was moan and tell me how good he felt. And as soon as my tongue entered his hole, he let out a yell; I h...d him in my spell. I rimmed him like a kid licking the last of his ice cream out of the bowl. He moaned so much that I just couldn’t stop assaulting his hole. By this time, I had leaked so much pre-cum that my dick was slipping and sliding around in my shorts. I stopped eating his hole for a second, only long enough to pull down my pants and whip. Reviewing in my mind what I remembered she said, I was sure that she knew how instantly physically attracted to her I was, and how charmed I was by her personality by the time we said goodbye that night. I wondered just what would happen the next night. Wednesday went by extremely slowly, it took until around 10:30pm to do paperwork that normally be done by 4pm. I had never been so interested by a woman, and the more I went over the memories of the previous night the more I was sure it was not. “I must see this,” she said as she quickly dressed. She did not put on undergarments. She told me where we were going, she wouldn’t need them.I awoke my little sister while my mother went downstairs to gloat.“What are you doing? Why are you in clothes, Slut?” Fabienne demanded.“I am leaving this place! But before I do, I have some payback for you, Mother in Law!” my mother whipped Fabienne while she was vulnerable and bound. Fabienne spun slowly over the dinner table as my mother struck her ass. She’d made it out of matting material. It was beautiful, but she never once thought about why she wanted to make such a special box for the wand. She’d put it in her closet on the top shelf and hadn’t touched it for over a month.“I think it’s the wand that somehow made all this happen. We should have figured out a way to use it to help us forget things.”“We discussed that,” she said.“I know, and you were right. The memories that cause me the most problem are wrapped up in other things. It’s.