After a few minutes of me stroking her cunt and strangling her she began to whimper and lift her pelvis to meet my thrusts. Maybe she was halucinatin... fucking her husband, or maybe getting strangled was triggering some submissive impulse buried deep inside her, or maybe it was a defense mechanism.I kept pounding her cunt, and tightening my grip on her neck. Her eyes were bulging, wide and staring, her mouth was open but no sound was coming out, her body stiffened.Then, her pussy began a. My body tensed and, asit did, I felt Quincy finally release into me. He could hold it no longer.Fortunately, the burst of warm, hot fluid from his cock, the rippling of itslength against my sensitive vaginal walls, was enough to tear down that dam,to send me over the edge. I heard my own screams from miles away. Theysounded so much like an actual woman, so distinct and disconnected frommyself, that I hardly believed they were mine. But after a moment, thosescreams and the sensations of flooding. He started looking around at the odd variety of items spread throughout the store. “What kind of shop is this? You seem to have a lot of ... ah, out of the ordinary stuff!”“I sell witches’ supplies.” She replied in a matter of fact tone.Ben stood staring at her for a moment. Stunned by her comment, he was sure she was teasing him, “Are you serious? You’re kidding me?”“No, why do you think I’d kid you?”“Well, to be honest, I really don’t believe in witches. Are you one? Or should I say, do you. Also two slips, andafter a quick discussion with Gayle--"Well he has made it all sweaty,poor dear"--the basque and matching briefs.Then they planned how they were going to get Alex dressed next week. "Idon't suppose you can take this lot home, can you?" said Gayle, referring toall the female clothes Alex now had--"You're going to need another lockeras a minimum!" Alex agreed that he would have to change at the store,although he should be able to store some stuff at home, and do the washingand.