Once more, they seemingly teleported across the room, this time with the Grandmaster deflecting a tail jab from Fenrir. They bounced around back and f...rth through the room, exchanging blows at speeds no human could match. Just like in the fight between Sirius and Eric, every attack, whether blocked, parried, or received, produced violent shockwaves.In terms of offensive power, the Grandmaster was at a major disadvantage, but he made up for it with endless millennia of experience and training.. “Light it tonight,” she commanded.“I won't forget, I'm anxious to meet another one of the witches,” he said enthusiastically.“Good work baby,” she said throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek.The three witchy fucks that she had already given him had made him an addict to the funky black magic sex, which was her original goal in the first place, to bring him into the coven.The female witches in the group were addicted themselves to the blasphemous sexual rites, and were practically. And that makes it all the more hard to be stuck around douchy, jockey and mentally retarded kids all the time. Being a fifteen year old boy, of course, comes with hormones going out of control. The search for a girlfriend has made my life a living hell. I know nobody that likes my taste in music, I know nobody that is interested in music like I am and the closest person that would come to even barely passable (well, actually, I would date her in a second) is my best friend, Elise. She's one of. Lights flickered on as we entered. There were velvet covered benches and two rows of lockers with four digit locks. At the back were showers and to one side toilet stalls. Thick fluffy towels hung on racks. That was it.“Who’s going to be first?” the jubilant redhead inquired. I looked at Jessie who smiled and let go of my hand before walking over to one the lockers and opened. Ginger then smiled at my dismay and found her own locker before both girls turn back to me.“Well?”Ginger’s arms then in.