I was more embarrassed than she was. That's why we stopped playingdress-up.So I showed her. I took off my shirt, and I turned around. And she gasped i...amazement."My God, you weren't kidding. They're ... perfect." She reached out andlifted the left one, then let it bounce. It felt nice. It also feltembarrassing."They're ridiculous. This is killing me, Amy. Someone is going to find out."Amy looked at me a long time. She nodded her head."Jess, you can't keep binding them like that. It's not. Ronny and I held her up and pulled her slightly back so he could get at every inch of her tittles’.At exactly 3:15, Wallace calmly stopped and set the quirt down. He walked to the bed and knelt there, waiting. Ronny and I helped my wife into position, her sobbing and shaking making it hard for her to move on her own. Wallace's weapon was hard now. It wasn't very thick but it must have been ten inches long. My wife slid her ass backward, impaling herself on his huge pole, moaning and sobbing,. I kept on. My fingers were a blur to all the men standing there stroking their cocks just a few feet from me. I loved knowing that I made all those men hot. I know some were just getting hot on the idea that they were going to spill their load onto my soft skin, but I still think I'm getting them all hard and ready to spurt!My body began to quiver as I felt my juices start to flow. My orgasm flowed throughout my body causing me to shake so much I almost fell out of the little chair I was. A woman who looked to be about forty answered. She definitely looked like a witch, or at least that's what Jessica thought not having had met many witches. The woman had long dark hair, unblemished skin, and several ear piercings. Jessica noticed a few small tattoos on her fingers. Her face was soft and comforting. Her clothes seemed fairly modern, although in perhaps a stereotypical fashion of a witch, she was all in black - A black dress, black coat, and black boots."It's so good to meet you,.