I was also tired enough that I needed to stop for a time and rest. Fortunately, I had come to an area where several of the major roads converged and t...ere were several bridges and overpasses where it would be possible to spend part of the day asleep. All that I needed to do was to transfer myself and the cart to the other side of the fence meant to keep people out of the denied access area of the roads. It required but a few seconds to cast the spell, and I was on the other side of the fence.. Neija sat there, unsure of what to do, her lips colored black and red with chocolate and blood. What was going to happen now? How was she going to be punished? Blood was trickling from the wound, but I ignored it and simply took another bite of cake. “I can’t blame you, it really is that good.” She still didn’t move, just stared at me. “Go on, you don’t have to stop. I just didn’t want you to get a stomach ache.”She slowly resumed eating, the tension fading with each bite. Soon enough, the. ”“Most girls I have been around call their clitoris a ‘clit’, or ‘clitty’.”“I want to call mine a ‘clitty’ I like that and it even looks and feels like a real small rose bud the way it comes out when I rub it now.”“So you did rub it when you found it? Was it that night when you learned to do that?”“Oh yes, that was the exact spot that was itching in my pussy and when I touched it, I thought it was a sore that had popped up. I nearly fell to my knees and I lost my grip on my pussy lips when I. Back in a minute, babe.” And he was gone. Marcy lay there and listened to the door close and then listened to the silence. “Fucking great,” she thought to herself. “Tied up like a fucking turkey and then this happens.” She resigned herself to a long wait so she was surprised when she heard the door opening and closing again a couple of minutes later. “That was quick,” she tried to say. She had forgotten about the gag. “Thagwargguig,” was what she heard coming out. Tom didn’t reply. Marcy.