"Well, Angel will be heretomorrow to have a serious talk with you bitch, so until we get back upand feel like dealing with you, you stay out here."Rub... led me to the end of the garage, behind the car, and indicated theold piece of carpet we used to stop the oil from the car from stainingthe concrete, when I lived another life. "Lay down bitch," she ordered,and I lay upon the greasy rug. She chained me by my neck collar to thebumper, using padlocks she had in her pockets. I had barely enough. The one who held my arm pulled off my wig and wig cap.Realizing his mistake, he then punched me in the mouth. I fell to theground, and then tried to rise to my feet to run. The larger one pushed me back to the ground; and kicked me in the ribs.Pain shot through my body. They lifted me from the ground. One held mefrom behind while the other beat my face, stomach, and groin.They threw me to the ground again, and then kicked me in the ribs andhead. I was bleeding quite abundantly from the nose,. “That’ll make my job much easier if you implant it in my memory for me.”Crann flew closer and laid her tiny hand upon my forehead; she was so small and dainty that it fit entirely between the bridge of my nose and my hairline.“Nweta ihe omuma!” she spoke, a triple cymbal crash echoing in the air. I felt a brief flash of heat enter my skull, and that was it.“There, it is done. Now think about what the spell word is that you’ll be needing,” she asked me, this time, coming across as a flute.“Tinye. She was extremely wet as I lapped at her cunt juices as if quenching my thirst, my thirst for my grandmother's cunt. Using my tongue and fingers of one hand, I was capable of giving my grandmother one orgasm after another orgasm my other hand buried in my own pussy.I was in fucking heaven.“Honey . . . Oh God . . . Don’t stop . . . Eat my pussy . . . Eat your grandma’s pussy with your sweet wet tongue . . . Oh yes.”We both came together.I looked up at my grandmother's half-closed eyes and smile..