. sometimes a spell goesawry. When that happens, it is our job to step in and undo it." So... how does this affect me?" Well Paul, a few days ago, som...one cast a spell on you" On me?" That's right, on you. You didn't realise, but part of the spell was thatyou wouldn't realise it. Actually we disapprove of this - changingpeople's memories to not realise what has happened. But usually we let itgo. But in this case, the spell has got out of hand." In what way?" I asked. My life seemed to be. I saw how she enjoyed it. She obviously saw my thoughts for real also. It did not help that we saw each other through the whole day either. I would sneak peeks at her. I would catch her glimpses at me. We both knew there was more to what happened that morning.When we got home that afternoon, we avoided each other the best we could. And we did a pretty good job at it. But, it lasted only until the morning. When the morning arrived, well, that is when our secret started.I was in the. I could see the relief wash over her.I took her hand. "Now, let's get a closer look at that sparkly!" I said.I pulled her closer and slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy just past the first knuckle. I pulled her clit out a bit to get a better look at her piercing. "Yes, it is very pretty. Of course, this wet pussy would look good even without the extra adornment."Oh, Brad, please..." she said, whimpering with need, almost child-like, as she stood in front of me.I looked up at my Rose and. “No, this is worthy penance. I need penance. I deserve penance. Also, the lights in here are as much as I can handle right now.”“I don’t like seeing you suffer.”“Oh, I’m suffering alright. I’m suffering the afterness of a bad night of badness.”He was unable to keep surprise from his voice, though it came at the cost of elevated volume. “You’re a Buffy fan?”Holding up her hand and grimacing, she answered, “Yes I am, please speak quietly, and can we talk about this another time? My ability to.