The reality of her situation showed this was no longer fiction.The witch was a bitch and the bidding had been heated.Big sis had been picked, but woul... Phoebe or Billie be next?Prue struggled & tussled as Santa lowered her pants & dislodged her shiny green panties.The holiday- goer put up quite a fuss, regretting agreeing to the charity spanking.Up, up, up, rising up her snowy-white bottom cheeks.A "squeak" was heard as the pretty witch felt her panties now on display.Cold air raising goose. I then took her to a blacksmith’s shop and bought a covered farm wagon. I paid the blacksmith for a trained team of horses and tack for the wagon. I was going to pay someone take Wendy home in the wagon, but she insisted that she knew how to handle a team of four horses already. I told her to have everything packed and ready to go at dawn Friday and I’d come by to get them shortly after dawn. Then I stopped by the Eilet home and told them we would be leaving Friday morning at or shortly after. Pam smiled and said, "yes Master."I then pulled up to the doughnut shop after she sucked me off and told her to get out and be back to her house on time. I asked her is she smelled and tasted the pussy on my cock. "Yes Master" taste good slut "Yes Master" I told her it was my wife Charlottes dried cum and pussy juice from the night before and her daughter Jaimies from about 30 minutes before, damn Pam began fingering herself and cum as I pumped her full. That made her hot. Pam was a good. You'd never realize it, though ...you weren't a participant in any of the clean-up efforts involved, soreality just changed around you. Neither was I, for that matter ... Iassumed corporeal form only a few years ago." Babe," I teased her.She smiled. "Good. You're relaxing a bit." She looked at me, and,realizing I needed her to cut to the chase, took a deep breath and began."Here's the deal. You can't be Jeff Sullivan again. Your particularlifeline's been cut, and we can't simply restore.