As the glowing lines surrounded theboys' photos, arcs of pink electricity jumped between the lines and thepictures and totems. Once the energy reached...the outermost points of thepentagram, the circle flashed with a bright pink light, and the candleflames flared with pink fire. At that same moment, the photos and totemswere consumed tiny pink explosions, leaving five small piles of pink-tinged ashes arranged around the statues and shirt, still untouched andfaintly glowing at the center."That. "There's a glass of white waiting for you in thelounge dear. We need to have a little chat," she said. She moved awaywhen he went to kiss her.What's wrong now? he thought. "Of course dear, thank-you," he said."I'll come straight to the point, there's no easy way to say this but Ihave received information about an incident I find puzzling. LastWednesday night a lady was seen to leave this home, our home, late atnight. I wasn't here so I am intrigued who this was. You didn't mentionany visitors. She even began to look at me differently, when we spoke she would stand closer than usual and would have a sexy glint in her eye which made me want to just grab her.It got to the point where she even started to dress differently, she wore a slightly shorter work shirt and tight leggings, giving me even more to look at. She also began to un-do the top buttons on her shirt, leaving a lot less to the imagination when she leaned forward against the reading table during our chats.All of this. ." I said, and began raising my hips upward until just the head of his cock nestled inside me; I paused, then lowered my hips until my asshole swallowed his cock once again.I continued this slow pace for a good five minutes. I was becoming accustomed to his cock inside me. The pain had subsided—it began to actually feel good."Faster," he said. I obeyed him. I raised and lowered my hips faster onto his cock. My nipples tingled beneath the clamps--my cock pulsated and throbbed. My eyes closed and.