Restaurant. Food. Eat.’ Yep, I’d stomped on her toes, alright. ‘How’s the chowder?’ ‘Like Bookbinders, Tom. Best in town.’ She was going...to get into this. ‘Corned-beef looks good.’ ‘It is.’ ‘Well, then, chowder and the boiled New England plate, maybe some hot tea?’ ‘Right.’ And she walked back to the kitchen. There was a disused New York Times in a pile of discarded papers by the door, and I walked over to give it a look-see. Another article about Dad and his heart attack – still front page,. I was in “one of those horny moods” that grip me from time to time, maybe because the night before I’d agreed to an outlandish dare. It was quite hot. We had been out this summer 3 times with me flashing and so on, but never ‘apparently’ caught out properly. This week, I was in my button through summer dress and ankle booties; David and I had agreed in bed the previous night that I now needed to come face to face with a stranger wearing just my smile, dress fully open or completely off. So. My wife asked them to check the office to make sure no one else was there. They did and came back to her office. She got up shut the door. She moved a chair so that the young lady could have a good view of the blow job. She told her to sit and watch. She sat the guy on the front edge of her desk. She asked him if he knew what was going to happen. He just nodded his head and had a stunned look on his face like he did not believe the blond lady was going to suck his dick. She unbuckled. "I tried to hang up the phone, but I could not move. I fixated on the beautiful woman on my screen. I thought I could hear her chanting something not in English."You called in looking for a fantasy. You didn't count on finding a witch at the other end of the phone. Take a deep breath and hold it, until I say otherwise."I really could not believe that I was doing exactly as she had instructed."Feel me enter your body and mind. All resistance is gone. You cannot stop me, no matter how much you'd.