” I talked to Georgie again, and he was talking about “Wedwall”, and how much he loved his mom and dad reading the story I had gotten him.I trie... to call Many and Holly, but neither one was in. I did talk to Rosie a bit, and told her about the letters from Linda, but not mentioning the photographs. She sighed, and asked what I was going to do. “Well, Dee told me to just write on them ‘Return To Sender’ and send them back.”Rosie laughed. “Just like the Elvis song! Yeah, that should work great.. I mean it this time." She closed the novel she was re-reading for the fifth or sixth time, an erotic tale of a naive young woman's descent into forced sexual slavery, and returned it to its place on her master's bookshelf before sitting back down again on his couch.After locking the front door behind him, Trent simply stood there, facing her. She hated the way he looked at her, like she was merely a possession, or perhaps a pet animal that needed to be trained. She could tell he was also. I could feel his cock getting harder, and I could see it pushing up against his trousers. He smiled at me and gently bit his lip.I slowly unzipped his trousers and pulled them to his ankles. I gently massaged his cock throughhis boxers again for a moment, before pulling them down. And out flopped his dick. It was about 7 inches, cut, and a mass of pubes. His balls were quite hairy too, and a drop of pre-cum was glistening on the tip. I wrapped my hands around it and gently started wanking him. “What are you doing here?” she asks, her eyes drifting off of him to scan the room.“I came to see you,” he answers. “I do not know what it is about you, but I have traveled a long way to taste you again.”“Hazel?” she whispers.“You had disappeared for a while there,” he continues, stepping into the room. “I was afraid that I lost you for good. And then, like the scent of flowers carried on the wind, I found you again.”The witch watches him approach. His slow movements are predatory and she feels.