.it must have been fight or flight moment...she tried to push him away and stand up but he just grabbed her drunk and wasted ass by the hair and bent ...er over the pool table again... forcibly kicked her legs apart and shoved his cock inside her...no foreplay...he just went into her cunt balls deep and pinned her against the pool table...she seemed to struggle a bit but then stopped...she relinquished power...he pulled out and rammed in even harder this time...her eyes now popped open...he began. After ten or eleven good long shocks she removed the wire from her cunt probe and insirted it into the end of her harnessed clit. Again and again she pressed that button, knowing that each time she did a fairly strong electrical charge was sent surging from her budding breasts to her imprisoned cock. Actually it was only a couple of volts, but to her helpless wife it felt like many more. After a bit she reattached the wire to her wives cunt. ’ He does. She closes the door behind him and suddenly finds herself face to face with the man who has been the instigator of every erotic fantasy she’s had over the past 8 months. She’d met him online and he’d seduced her by introducing her to a hedonistic world she’d never even dreamt existed. He had been her first virtual lover and together they had designed a world where rules did not exist anymore: his mental visions, which he effectively transferred into her, had set fountains of desire. The spells had to be timed carefully with the seventh being said on the night when the moon was at its fullest. Each of the sisters would have to give up some blood to power the spells. The eldest was concerned that they would be able to determine how much blood since each of the spells called for 'one sester' of blood. How much was a sester? What if they were off on their conversion? Well - some risks would have to be taken.Although some of the ingredients the spells called for were a little.