..sort of treatment,you're the expert, there's got to be a few Witches that might help us,between you, me and Wendy, and...whoever else, there's got t... besomething." Scott rambled through a serious of disjointed thoughts notreally sure of anything other than the need to do something, anything."Scott, dear, that is a very noble sentiment, but you have no idea inthe slightest what you're asking. I'm not going to Las Vegas, no saneWitch or Warlock is either. Surely Zoe told you, surely she showed. “Daisy, you told me how wonderful it was to have a Black Daddy and how wonderful it is to be Black fucked so that I had to do it too. However, Daddy told me not to tell you for a while. He thought that you might think that I was stealing your Daddy. I hope that you aren’t mad at me!”Daisy was mad at first. But then she realized that her Daddy was a pimp and that he was running a business. A pimp always had multiple girls in his stable. She was glad that Tricia was enjoying big Black cock sex.. I felt a firm grasp as she pulled over her panties and dropped on my erection, filling her and putting out a moan. She went straight into very fast up and downs, as we kissed each other. When we separated our kiss, I took my hands and placed them on her breasts, all the while she was fiercely experiencing orgasm after orgasm, doing what she was doing.With hardly a word between us, I started to cum inside my wife; I felt as least six spurts as she stopped and lay down on me - our naked sweaty. "No Sir, not yet. But..." Fran quickly answered. Mr. D waved hersilent and paced around her some more. He paused behind her and thensmacked Fran's ass - hard. Fran yelped in surprise but forced herselfto stay in place. Mr. D then strode over to his desk and sat down inhis big leather executive chair."Alright, let me lay this out for you. The Pussy Galore club is a veryparticular place. It's not like any other club - not like any of thetranny bars you've been to. The clientele here are.