The granddaughter told my mother that her grandmother was a Bokor of the Haitian Vodoun religion, meaning she was a mambo who practiced both the light...and dark magics, for hire. And she had made the long trek from the mountains of northern Haiti on foot, because The Marassa had spoken to her." The Marassa?" I asked."Yes, The Marassa. They are the oldest of spirits, and have rarely been known to trifle with the followers, so the fact that they bothered to even communicate with the Bokor meant. “… And you said that you and she had … you know.”Actually I didn’t quite know what Pippa and Andrea had done with ‘Mr Shaft’, though I had some idea, but I was determined that no matter how much I had to whine, whimper, cajole or beg Pippa was going to show me.“Yes, but you should have heard how much she screamed the first time, how much she pleaded and how sore her poor little pussy was when ‘Mr Shaft’ had finished with her. Here, take him …”Pippa sticks the double ended dildo in my face and I. "It was Martha’s turn to have to listen to the giggles and laughter and comments coming from those watching as she raised the hem of her dress right up above her waist, eased her fingers inside the elastic of her knickers and pushed them down to her knees, and then eased herself down across Alondra’s lap. Moments later, there was the echoing sound of two fleshy bare bottoms being spanked, with both bottoms belonging to granny-aged women well into their sixties, and the two authoritative. I asked her to turn front and told her we will take a break for 5 mins. She was okay with it and told me that now she knows why girls prefer taking massage from me. After getting a break she slept straight facing the roof. And I started with her legs again and this time thought of seducing her to the extent that she should ask me to fuck her. So as I was getting higher I touched her thighs and now I slowly spread-ed her legs and was just massaging her inner thighs and time to time I was.