The man laughed and clutched his chest. "You wound me, Milady," His self-deprecating laugh brought on a laugh of her own. "Seriously, I'm not gruesome...or anything?" I suppose not, though you are older than someone I would regularly date and to be honest, I don't tend to date white guys." Or any guys for that matter," she thought before verbally adding, "Especially married ones," she said, observing a gold band on his finger."My wife died some years ago," he said.Normally this kind of remark. The evil harridan thing comes from within, there are good Wicca as well as evil Wicca; as there are bad politicians as well as... well maybe not!” Cassandra grinned. “I suppose at least in these modern times you don’t have to worry too much about being burnt at the stake?” She stirred her coffee “Not many witches were actually burnt at the stake or drowned for that matter. Most of the victims were in effect the village midwives, seems the Church hierarchy didn’t like the competition!” “Well. . what you do?” Ryan asked, mumbling through his growing drowsiness.“Mortals have long sought the company of my kind,” she replied, their proximity making her voice resonate through him. “The Seirim possess qualities and abilities that soothe and excite your people. Why that is, I cannot say.”Ryan had some guesses, but he held his tongue, wanting the moment to last forever. With a start, he realized that he didn’t miss Becky, not really. He missed what she did for him. For the time being, this. Before I could protest, the paddle came down heavily on my bottom. I tried to yell out and almost swallowed it. As I felt the next blow to my backside I knew it was a warning not to stop sucking. The more I sucked, the lighter the paddle fell. When the smallish cock finally erupted in my mouth I heard a cheer from the crowd. The cock soon vanished from my mouth. The paddle crashed down again and as I opened my mouth to react it was filled with another cock. After 4 or 5 more cocks the paddling.