After fumbling arounda bit, I pulled out my phone and the book. I checked my messages. Emilyhad not called. I slapped the phone shut, and tossed it to...the side.Then I got comfortable on the couch, in nothing but my socks andboxers, and opened the small black book.At first I thought the woman at the carnival had sold me some crappybook of love poems. It wasn't until I got to the third page that Irealized they were spells; spells that rhymed to be more exact.Thinking it nothing but a cheap. I moved closer to her pussy and parted her cunt walls to insert my tongue deeper inside her pussy. As soon as I inserted my tongue she pulled back and started pushing my head with one hand. She inserted one of her fingers and pleaded me to lick her juices. I inched forward and pushed my tongue inside making her scream “aaah aaah, ah, ah please go deep, deeper, more deeper. Aaaah ah ah ah, oooh, oooh , its good”. She was pushing my head with lots of force and I rolled my tongue insider her. His room was dimly lit with candles. “He was the romantic type!” I thought to myself! He began to disrobe and taking clues form him, I did the same. Even in the soft, low light I could see how well defined his body was, how sensually he moved. He turned to face me and my eyes washed over him. So beautiful and manly, so powerful and sexy. He reached out and took my hand. Guiding me down to the bed with him, we layed on our sides and I felt his hands run over my hip and ass. I melted! I wanted. He then grabbed my hair and picked my head up off the table to whisper in my ear to shut the fuck up and to lay there completely still. .He said to me “YOU don’t fuck me, I fuck you. This isn’t for your pleasure, you are here for my pleasure. I am not for your enjoyment, you are just my fucking toy. You don’t control this fuck, you just take it.” He shoved my face back down into the table, then grabbed my shorts and panties and yanked them down to my ankles. He kicked my feet out of the shorts.