’The conversation changed and I guessed that it was something appertaining to sex. I waited for a bit, then as if bored, said, ‘I think I’ll go...upstairs and read.’Closing the door from the living room, I sat down on the bottom tread of the stairs and listened. After a few seconds, I heard my mother say, ‘you should be more careful what you say in front of David, he’s only f******n.’Betty dismissed this and repeated what she had said about her husband not touching her down there for years.‘I. Sharon’s eyes lit up and said, “Really? This should befun.” My husband and I just looked at each other. Sharon went around the shop picking out panties,teddies, and nighties. She kept bringing them to myhusband and I for approval. We noticed she kept goingfor the skimpiest and sheerest. I knew my husband lovedthat stuff.She made her choices and came back to show us. She askedwhat we thought. We told her they were hot. She said, “Wait till you see them on.” It was. He felt a raw blast of power, her entire life-force, exploding out of her and covering him with its energy and he collapsed onto her limp body, smearing her crimson blood yet further with his chest.He lay atop her. Dare he believe that the energy he had felt meant that the ritual had in fact worked? He shook himself, looking down at his blood smeared body and the body of his now dead wife, her skin already taking on a pale and bloodless hue. He found that he was entirely calm, dispassionate, in. Mistress seemed unfazed by it.Mistress paused, and looked me in the eyes."I'm going to punch you in the balls bitch."there was little time between the words and the strike. Mistress punched me in the balls. i'm not going to pretend that Mistress gave me a full fledged punch to the balls, but it was by far the hardest blow yet.my breathing increased, my eyes widened ad Mistress watched me."I like that, lets do it again." and Mistress did not wait. again, Mistress punched me in the balls a bit.