Since he has atranslator program, he can translate any language, but that was sayingtilt!He found a web site that was a warlock and witch webmasters. ...He thought,that were silly people, but the book was cracked!He translated the entire book. It was spells. The book said that thespells were dated 10,000 years old in Britain with a tribe north ofScotland called the Picts. They were a warlike tribe, the Romans tried toannihilated them but they didn't. They had a Mexican standoff - that'swhy. Sirs. I am so lucky to be able to service you all.”Her subservient and thankful response, aimed at all of the men seated at the table, caused a chorus of agreements and raised glasses. Steven then stood and raised his wine glass.“A toast to all partners, present and new. And to our properly subservient wives. May they all have the joy of learning their proper place and servicing our masterful needs, in every way possible.” He finished his toast glancing down at a shivering Patricia.Her anxiety. ” Who could resist such an entreaty! I pressed harder, the pressure of my pelvis against your clit, my cock filling you up, you were soon beyond the point of no return. I love watching your orgasm take over you, love seeing you give into its pleasure. As soon as I saw that, I was gone too, cumming with you, my own orgasm matching yours in both intensity and duration. Slowly, pinned against the wall, you came down from the orgasm, and put your arms around my neck. Your love was overwhelming.. I stuffed three fingers into her kitty, letting her hips buck upwards at the same time, and swiftly released Daddy’s throbbing thing from his pants. It sprang upwards, the size having more than doubled in the few hours since I’d gotten a hold of it. From the base to the tip, it matched my arm from the elbow to the hand.I wanted so badly to take it back in my mouth, to feel his cum shoot down my throat as something in my saliva made him grow even bigger. I did not, knowing there would be plenty.