The sub-commander was running through everything that he'd heard about the original Cliveastones. "I just had a thought sir." The man told the seven b...fore him. "I have studied the original Cliveastones from five hundred years ago. Sirs, if I didn't know better then I'd say he was a pure original inhabitant of Owt Sol! He has all the powers, the strength of his mind. Even his actions to date point back to how they were back then." There was a great discussion suddenly among the seven for a few. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so hard to earn the money for all the things they want? Even if the work involves spending much of her day on her knees sucking strangers’ cocks and swallowing their spunk? Oh. ..............................It is worth mentioning at this point that there are approximately 250,000 witches on the planet at any given time . Most are “hereditary” witches and some have newly acquired powers from where …. No one knew.There are a lesser number of Wizards,in the region of 10,000 . Most witches and wizards are English although not all . This was supposedly because of their direct decadency from Merlin the famous Wizard from Arthurian legend . That was the story at least.None. After a tour around the store, joking about some of the toys and plotting what-ifs with some of the BDSM gear, we were both ready to head out into the theater.To make sure everyone knew who was in charge, a hefty black dog collar and leash was fastened around Leslie's neck. I led the way and paused to let my eyes adjust to the darkness and there it was. A spot right there on the corner so everyone can see.Now I'm more of a voyeur and not as much an exhibitionist so this was just out of my.