I was painfully throbbing, but I had to control myself."See hon," she sweet-talked. "Isn't that so much better now? Now mommycan go shopping and momm... can trust you to be a good little soldier."The more she talked like that, the harder I got. I wanted to hump herleg, hump the couch, hump the rug. Anything. Oh, god."Mother gathered her things and left me with my pants at half-mast whilestretching the velvet, plum panties.I tried to get my mind off the electric fire in my snug, soft panties. . Next, I head upstairs. In the nightstand drawer, I get out a slim plastic baggie, slip it over my dick and secure the open end of the bag with a rubber band. This will serve to collect any pre-cum juices and prevents any a mess on the velour blanket. I’ve already removed the jar of Vaseline from the bathroom and have it setting on my nightstand. I reach into the jar and grab a liberal amount with my fingers, applying it around my mouth to my cheeks, lips, and nose area.I wiggle my naked body. Amaryllis found herself staring at the small pink nipples of the High Priestess. They were alert and ready. I want to taste them. The thought rang through her head, a disembodied plea. Whose thoughts were these? Hers? His? The covens? Amaryllis felt her mouth start to water. What was happening? She shook her head, trying to force the thoughts forming on the edge of her consciousness down. “Enough with the riddles, witch. Why am I here?” The High Priestess planted her bloody hand on the rune,. We finalized the arrangement for the following Saturday night. I explained that it would certainly be an experimental effort the first time, since Cindy was so reluctant. I knew the only possible way that I would be successful would be to ensure that Cindy was sufficiently inebriated. Whenever she was drunk, she became increasingly amorous and that just might provide the opportunity for my fantasy.Steve arrived at our house late in the afternoon that next Saturday. Cindy welcomed him and.