”“I owe you a day spa session, sweetie, I promise,” Buddy said over his shoulder as he slipped out the back exit. I will be back in an hour.”C...rmela barely had time to turn her head when Mickey strode into the records room with his massive dick all the way out of his pants.‘ “Jesu, I have never seen it that huge,” Carmela said, forcing a smile. “Is that for me?”“Yeah, baby,” he growled. “I need you on me, bad.”Carmela slipped her panties off, Mickey sat in a handy chair and she tried to slowly. I slapped her back and she felt cold blooded. I said,” now this video will go to the police and you will be the slave behind the bars and that your family will suffer severe embarrassment. Your children will no longer have a future.”She started sobbing and crying bitterly in front of me on her knees begging me to not give the video to the police, and that she would give me all the money she had been stealing since ages but please let her go. I declined the offer, she started sobbing even more. You know I deal with sickness, give out potions and ointments. You probably even wondered if I maybe am a witch. Didn’t you?’ She didn’t give him a chance to reply to that. In her fury she went on to mock him. ‘Who knows, maybe I put a spell on you. Made you a victim of your lowly lust. Maybe the devil put me up to it. Would that make you feel better? It wasn’t you, it was me, making you do it?’ Deirdre was so furious, she hardly knew what she was yelling at him. If she had, she would have. Fifteen minutes later she was knocking on another office door, in an office park west of Kissimmee. The name on the door said, ‘Jenkins Consulting’ and the knock was answered by a young woman’s voice telling her to enter. Barbara entered. A young woman was working at a computer terminal. Several offices opened off the lobby. “I’m here to see Mister Jenkins.”A small and wiry man came out of an office off the small lobby. “Hi, I’m Jack Jenkins. You must be Barbara Blockings.” He came forward and.