He washed his hands, went out to his SUV, and drove to ___. The Bancrofts owned the biggest mansion in ___. They fancied themselves sorcerers,though "...abblers" was a better word for them. Their spectacular wealth,however, meant that everyone in the magical community paid them respectfulattention. Two or three times a year, they held an open house in support ofsome favorite cause or other. Everyone who was anyone in magic would come,make a contribution, and socialize. This time the cause du jour. Foolishly she opened her mouth to protest so I simply slipped the ball into her mouth then lifted her head to fasten the leather strap tightly behind.After tweaking her nipples I left the room. Charlotte was still sat, slouched back into the sofa, her skirt still rucked up enough to show a glimpse of blue panties and her now empty wine glass back on the table. She looked up as I sat back down next to her, my hand once more resuming its place on her thigh. Almost instinctively her knees parted.. “You heard me,” I answered her challenge, “but I have changed my mind... kneel,” I commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor between us. Her body was doing what I said, but I could see an inner conflict. “Now!” I raised my voice.Her body looked like her legs gave out as she dropped to her knees. Her shoulders were slumped and she was looking at the ground directly in front of her. I couldn’t believe it worked. Motion in the doorway caught my eye. “Get in here Karen, now,” I barked. Several. I gasped and groaned out loud as my rock solid cock throbbed at the intrusion, last nights endeavours had stretched me a little and there was zero pain or discomfort, only pleasure. I tried as hard as I could to keep paying attention to the chat, to respond to requests especially the larger donations. But as seemed to be the pattern of previous shows I became more and more self-absorbed in pursuing the greatest amount of pleasure.I was now totally disengaged from the stream and all about.