” I patted the bed with my free hand.She complied, blushing under my gaze.I settled in beside her as she lay on her back. “Jo, sweetheart, please ...ell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if you get scared, okay? If you say stop, then I will stop. I love you, and I want to show you how much, but I don’t want you to be frightened of me.”“I will,” Jo nodded.I lifted myself up so I could kiss her, and she turned her head toward me. We traded soft kisses for a few moments, and then I placed my hand. Each time she served a tea or cake she would bend, and her asshole and pussy would open to the room.Occasionally a woman would reach over and fondle her, pushing a finger quietly and roughly into her as she poured tea. It hurt but she knew what would come after morning tea would be much rougher. It was like this every Sunday and, she thought to herself, at least her body was plump and round enough to want to touch. She allowed herself a small smile as yet another hand entered, this time a. Charles gulped."Yup. That is right. We are witches. You heard those stories what they say about us. It's all true," the redhead smiled wickedly.Charles and the other boys felt uncomfortable. They believed the stories now. Graham said that the women who lived in that house had daughters. He never said what they looked like. From what Charles and the kids read about witches was that they had ragged clothes. These three girls were indeed young witches"Look. We didn't know anyone lived up here. If. He’ll fill you in.”A few minutes later Bruce found himself ascending the stairs to the second floor, where it was quiet and very dimly lit. At the end of the hall, in the shadows, he saw a figure sitting on a small stool. As he got closer he could see the “Black-Cuckolded” pendant hanging around the man’s neck.“You my replacement?” – he asked.“I guess so. Can you fill me in?”“Sure. No problem. Follow me.”The man led Bruce to a door in the center of the hallway.“This is the supply closet,” he.