I arrived at my s****r’s party and to her credit there were other men there besides myself. Unfortunately most of the women there didn’t interest ...e in the least. Some were real tarts, some were loud d***ks, but most of the women didn’t know I existed. One woman there did interest me. Her name was Cheryl. She worked in the same office as my s****r. My s****r barely knew who she was, but she made a blanket invitation to all her co-workers and Cheryl showed up. I was glad she did. Cheryl was. My Abuela Isabel taught me from infancy that anything French was poison. She still held a grudge against the Frenchies because they invaded and subjugated Mexico in the early 1800s. I figured that Abuela Isabel was the next thing to being a saint, so if she didn’t like the French, then neither did I.Finally Belle switched them back to English, and the Judge administered the oath of office to me. Belle made a production of pinning my new badge on my suit coat. Man oh man this Federal badge was. "There ya go, buddy. Now you can enjoy a bit of fairy power. When you will it, folks will be a lot more agreeable. It won't make them mindless slaves, but will make them more willing to do things they already would be willing to do, even if that willingness is buried deep. Afterwards, they'll just have warm and fuzzy memories of anything even happening, as if a half remembered dream." Rubbing my hand, I asked, "What's the catch, Dick?" No catch. You helped me, so we're even." Okay, but where's. This made things easy because the probing hands were masked by her chudidhar tops making it difficult for others to see. But the best part was that she could separate her thighs well enough to give his fingers maximum access. The guy seemed to know what to do and quickly moved his fingers to my wife’s crotch area. By then she was ecstatic and very moist there. They could not do anything more apart from this masturbatory exercise. As Malvika is very bushy around her cunt it took the guy some.