After standing for several moments looking up at the sky, she reached for the buttons on the front of her dress and began opening them. Soon the dress...was lying alongside her on the ground.She laid her crude brassiere carefully on the dress. It was old but expensive to replace and she didn’t want it to come in contact with the ground. Her loose bloomers soon followed, folded carefully. Had it still been winter, she would be wearing heavy stockings to keep her legs warm, but the snows were long. Over and over he repeated the gestures until her ass felt as wet and sticky as her pussy did and her body was on the edge of something she hadn’t felt before. Not a climax but an expectation and that was driving her crazy. She thought she knew what he was going to do only to have him dip his finger again and the process would start all over again. A part of her wanted to cry out, to tell him to stop torturing her to either fuck her or something but then just as she felt she had reached her. She was flattered and liked the attention she was getting. She blushed and then I went really closer. We looked at each other and I planted a kiss on her lips. She responded and I went along kissing her very passionately for 10-15 minutes.Later she broke the kiss and took me to her bedroom and pushed me on the bed. She came over me to rip my clothes off like a monster. She undressed me and kissed me wildly again. I kissed her neck and her cleavage very gently to which she was moaning. I. All attention returned to the video when Igazi spoke again.“To The She-Demon Who Birthed All Witches: David Igazi has your familiar.”“Igazi,” Ramirez said, making an asking-for-a-cigarette gesture. La Contessa obliged him. “They say Kony has nightmares about him. The name means...”“Blood in Swahili. I know. I’ve seen the videos of him beheading missionaries.” Helena stared grimly at the screen.“If the Demon wants her familiar back, she will come alone to the GPS co-ordinates at the end of this.