They were an accepted and wanted alternative. I had accrued an extravagant collection of sex clothing and an even greater collection of sex toys and a...pliances, all with the intention of giving and receiving exquisite sexual pleasure.With few exceptions (s**t, a****ls, Scarring and one or two other deviant sexual acts) I was open to just about any sexual activity. I’d performed as an exotic dancer, a window girl in Amsterdam, a high class night club escort in Hamburg and was on many occasions. "Whaaa...." I moaned, stunned.His cock stopped pistoning in and out of my ass. Punctuating each syllable by slapping my ass he asked "Who's...little...bitch...are...you...now?"Understanding, I moaned "Oh god, your, yours, please fuck me, keep fuck me hard and deep." I whimpered forcing my hips backwards, trying to get his cock deep into my ass again as my own dripped pre-cum.He backed off causing me to moan "Beg for it, whore work that ass on cock" He said cruelly."please fuck me!! Fuck me. Well, I enjoy a very different kind ofexcitement."She pressed her breasts into his firmly, her lips sealing over his. Hersweet perfume flooded his nostrils as her tongue invaded his mouth.Moxie groped him up and down, grasping fistfuls of his flesh through thethick latex and pressing her body on him aggressively. She tongued himdeeply for many long moments and Zack yielded to her advances, histongue sliding back around hers hungrily. She finally broke the kiss andstepped back, adjusting her. Soul to soul, we are as one, I repeated inside her mind.That was it. The spell was done.The reason for all of this was my health. I had always been a sickly girl. I spent a good part of my childhood in hospitals. I eventually found out that I had an autoimmune disorder. The doctors said that I would probably be dead by the time I was 30.But Sarah wouldn’t have any of that. For one, she loved me with all her life. For another, she was a witch.She discovered a spell that allowed one person to.