What would happen to him if hegot his jism on a client's skirt? It wasn't something he wanted to risk."Oh please, no," he whimpered as feminine hands ...ondled him beneath hisdress and along his stockings. "I can't... I can't sto...Ohhhhh!Oooohhhhhh!"He tried to hold it back but... a white droplet peeped out of hishelmet... and another... then little pulses of cream shot into the airbetween Miss Mellsworth and Miss Girth, drawing bursts of laughter fromall three clients. Miss Presswell squeezed. Maisie chuckled. "Easy. You don't get laid, we don't get paid. That's one hell of a guarantee! We will have the money, I just need a couple more things." Her eyes looked at Rebecca and sniffed. "I need to draw up a contract for Katie and her neighbours, a contract for us, 50/50. And I also need to find a zapper that works on men." I groaned, but Maisie was insistent that to be fair she needed to dose up men with lust at the same time the women got a hit, although I thought that enhancing the. She had bought me a pair of matching heels forthe costume, which were five inches high, and that was without anyplatform. My size seven feet were nearly vertical in them down to mytoes, but when I complained that they would be uncomfortable, she toldme that we would be sitting down most of the evening. Instead, It was abuffet meal with additional servers bought in to carry around trays ofnibbles and drinks.I was horrified to see that these servers were all very attractive girlsand were. When her eyes fluttered open, she stared blankly at him for a second. Then she smiled as if she had seen the gates of heaven. She put an affectionate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently."If I were a witch," she told him, laughing with her mouth but dead serious with her eyes. "I'd put a spell on you and make you fall in love with Sandy, just to make sure you'd always be around." She sighed and shook her head in bewilderment."I'm more than a little in love with that bewitching cunt of.