This time there was a note that said simply: ‘Please call me, 987-3210.’ She had to admit, if nothing else, he was determined. Or was it stubborn?...This time she crumbled up the note and shoved it in her pocket. Late that night, as Chastity was preparing for bed, the balled up note fell from her pocket. She smoothed it out and set it on her nightstand. The next day at noon, as she was on her way to the country club for a round of doubles tennis with friends, she pulled out her keys to start her. Larisa relaxed, just letting her mind wander. Then she felt it. It was as though her thoughts were being clouded, interfered with. She shook her head, but it didn't help.Larisa sat up. Petra was long asleep, snoring. The clouded sensation wouldn't go away. Clouded and confused. Confused, Larisa thought. Petra had mentioned confusion as a spell, hadn't she? The logical conclusion came quickly and easily, and the confusion was swept away. They used spells to make people more comfortable with the. ” She shook her head. “Forget I said anything.”“But how do you even know?”She smiled.“Just the way you looked at each other.” Her hand touched my arm. “It’s fine. Why don’t we change the subject? Where’d you work?”It didn’t take long for her to spin a conversation. We talked. We drank. We laughed. We even exchanged phone numbers. For a while, I forgot all about Scott. Amber told me about growing up in California, going to dance school, then studying law at university. She’d worked in business. "Oh and just where would Mark like my cock?" I teased. Then I tickled his boy cunt with my tongue. "I want it in me, I need it." begged Mark. "Well, I know that feeling. When you have that emptiness and you want to be screwed, so just say it, say 'I want Chuck's penis in my boy cunt', then I will fuck you." "I want Chuck's penis... in my boy cunt!" Mark said hastily. "Now, just fuck me!" Being the kind soul that I am I couldn't prolong his agony. There is a certain pain one feels when they need.