I don’t come to the West End to buy gifts or browse the shops. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Gol...ath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night. The only place you will find me is in the West End. From Wood Green Station the train takes me to Covent Garden. From there I have a pattern I follow. I start Walking to Charing Cross then to Leicester. My husband, Vincent, met with an unfortunate circumstance some years ago. And I like to dabble in witchcraft, or more accurately voodoo. Some folks in the city don't take kindly to that, so I stay out here where nobody bothers me." Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your husband. And voodoo, you say?" I respond, with my interest piqued. "Yes, voodoo. I have perfected many spells over the years, and, well, a few didn't go as planned." Oh, well, ummmm," is all I can manage to say. "You are welcome to. "I rubbed against him one more time before lifting my hips. I put my hand aroundhis cock, stroking it slowly, once, twice. I put the tip inside me beforeletting go. I leaned forward, not letting more slide in yet. He slid his handsdown my back to my ass. He squeezed, trying to push me down on his cock. Imoaned but stayed put. I looked into his eyes. Without letting more slideinside I moved my hips slightly, making him moan again. "You're teasing mebaby. Don't push me too far. Remember what. You and Hank are running the camp out here. I'll have Casey bring you some more chains and you can latch this bunch up before you start though. I wouldn't want them to wander around and get more teeth in their asses. I'm afraid the dogs might catch a dose of dumbass or something," Carl said, and he and I went to his trailer.Casey was still in his guarding spot outside the door and he said he'd take Jim Bob and Hank some more of the eight-foot big loop chains. Carl and I went inside and Scotty.