”Daisy still had a tight grip on Jacks cock as she squeezed and released his balls for a little as Jack got back to his cock worship before giving t...em an almighty squeeze, Jack froze his mouth a gape with a low guttural moan escaping his lungs.Daisy mounted Jack again and dished out several stinging slaps to Jacks behind. “What do you say you ungrateful slut”?“Sorry Mistress Daisy. Thank you, thank you for squeezing my balls, O god thank you for using me as your bitch”As Daisy started up with. Once Gloria had seated herself, I held my fingers together in a thoughtfully precise (but magically meaningless) manner and gave my client a good look-over. The superficial appearances were all pleasant.My client seemed to be an extremely attractive woman, perhaps only slighter older than me, of about thirty or so. She was dressed to impress (a red flag) showing a lot of ample cleavage and long creamy thigh (definite red flags also), and hadn't skimped on the makeup (another red flag, but. The close-set green eyes, however, had a peculiar impression on her face. They had a cold lingering stare."Er-I..." Alice stammered rather than affirming her question."Aren't you comfy here? Come on then, don't be shy! Cause, nobody is shy here."Alice noticed that the crowned woman was smiling and her triangular face had brightened up, but her cold stare had a disturbing effect on her. Nonetheless, she managed to ask, "Who are you? Where am I?" Oh, I'm glad you asked that," said the redhead.. ”Good comeback. That is until your friend doesn’t show up.“Are you from around here?” the witch quickly asks.“I am,” the man says. “Why do you ask?”“Well, the loin cloth for one,” she says, eyes dropping to the hardness beneath it. “I wondered since that is all your wearing. You don’t have any weapons or anything.”Oh that’s comforting. The guy looks like he belongs in a jungle, not a forest. And the smell, don’t get me started on it. He smells like a dog and you know cats don’t play well with.