"This is going to be radical. You're my hero."Weasel looked furious. He was supposed to be Lucinda's hero, not Blake fucking Lovelace. Wanker. What di... he know about being working class? His house was worth five million quid. Tosser. He was not authentic, not like Weasel, who had lived in the flats for over 20 years. Weasel was the one to tell the story of the struggle not this Hollywood Johnny come Lately. And what if Lucinda ran off with him? The thought made Weasel boil with jealousy.. Each of the slaves took a half step to the right and then started to circle their opponent warily. You smiled as you anticipated the fun that you were going to have after all this was over. Suddenly Angela virtually jumped at Marie, connecting sideways with the other woman and ramming her hip bone into the Marie's groin. The sound of shattering eggs came to you as a stain appeared in the front of the woman's panties. Looking at the mess, you guessed that the two slaves were now level pegging. Right from the very start, I always kept her head covered with a thick hood at all times so that I couldn’t make accidental eye contact with her. Her mind seemed to be nearly as strong as her witch grandmothers and she too possess the family talent of exerting it upon others, but I could tell that her gift was relatively weak. She was indeed a young witch in training and ambition, the crone’s equal in pure evilness and even the slightest delving into her mind sickened me as if I were touching. I shifted around and tried to unobtrusively shift my rapidly filling hard-on to a more comfortable position in my pants. Just when I finally succeeded, she stood up and said she needed to go to the bathroom. As she walked down the hall I couldn’t help but notice that the pants I had given her clung to her butt and thighs, and felt a rush of lust flood through my body. While she was in the bathroom, I dug up some cards and a couple of other games that didn’t require electricity, and found an old.