I stand in the corner of the gallery, one of my favorite places. It is one of the few places where standing people have a full picture of the interact...on between characters.On my right side, a young woman moves closer to me. She tries to have a better picture as she cannot see the right side of the stage. I barely see her silhouette. She is quite shorter than me, a petite frame. I make some space and indicate with a gest to come where I was myself. I will stand behind her. It is not easy to. “Push me somewhere safe dearies, there are bad men always stealing my things.” The girls comply; bring her somewhere ‘safer,’ sometimes, to the ‘safe house’ where she pretends to be staying. A dilapidated shack away from main streets. When the girls help her, her magic makes no one else see, no witnesses. All sense of caution in the girls vanishes as prudent energies are eaten away by black magic. The crone lures the girls away from their daily life and into a life of sexual abuse and. Mem boli nahi sir inhone tu meri help ki hai tab jake meri jaan may jaan aai mene mem ko kaha ki mem aap apane ghar par phone karake bata du ki mera exident ho gaya hai but mem boli nahi mere phone karane se ghar wale tension may aa jayege me bola ke phir kaya karna hai mem boli ki mera nam poojaOr aap mere ko bar 2 mem mat bolo may tu aapse kafi chuti hon then mene pooja ko kaha ke esa karte hai kI aap hospital ki van leke apne ghar cahol may aapki scorty ko aapke ghar lay aata hun tab pooja. Do...” I groaned. I could fight the pain, but the pleasure... ? How could I fight pleasure? My body yearned to surrender to it.“I can hurt you,” Cherry moaned. “If that will make you happy. I want to make you happy. I’ll take such good care of you.”Her magic reached deeper, tendrils climbing over my mind’s redoubt, reaching closer and closer to covering me in worship for her. I groaned, banging my head back into the rock wall, my balls aching to erupt into her sweet pussy.Then she suddenly.