I worked for a small firm that didn't pay too well. I could just aboutpay the rent for the small apartment that I called home. I was feelingdepressed ...t the time, looking at the shop windows and dreaming ofthings that couldn't be.I continued walking down the street when I noticed a shop that I didn'trecognise. I'd been down this street many times and had seen shops comeand go, but this one had appeared as if by magic. The shop was called"Spells R Us". It caught my attention and my curiosity. My hands will move up and down. One tightly gripping the base and the other stroking you, milking your precum. Can you feel how it tingles? Can you feel how your balls are aching to cum? Mmmm I could do this for a very long time, just stroking and squeezing and drenching you with my saliva. I will use my thumb to trace a circle around your tip and then my tongue will follow flexing as it teases the sensitive rim. With my thumb still on the tip I will place you into my mouth. The combination of. . unless I'm wrong..." Candace was getting into the fuck, BIG time! "Can we just ... fuck ... now?"Toby grinned; it was a surprisingly predatory look for his normally earnest face. "No..."'I shouldn't have asked, ' Candace realized. It was an attempt at control, however small -- and Toby recognized it and quashed it. He slowed down, shifting to a gentler stroke -- DEFINITELY not something Candace wanted."What was to come next?" Toby asked."After I was through with you," Candace replied, "I was. A handsome staircase of three flights climbed from the hall to the firstfloor. Underneath the stairs a door led through to the service corridor.We all went upstairs. By unspoken common consent we had clearly decidedto get an overall impression of the whole house before looking at anyroom in detail. On the first floor there were four bedrooms - one in eachcorner of the house; whilst the space above the front hall was occupiedby an antiquated bathroom with free-standing, roll-top bath and.