He finds her in the breakroom, munching on some pizza from a box in the center of the table that she is sitting at. “Want some pizza?” she asks. �...�I had it delivered.” Marshall nods, feeling his member hardening. “Would you like some soda?”“Sure,” he says, taking a seat across from Katrina.The woman gets up, grabs a cup and pours the dark liquid from the bottle. After returning to the table with it they begin to chat a little. They eat and they talk about all nonsense going on in the workplace.. Fir woh boli koi baat nhi . Pta nhi aaj hum baar baar kyon takra rhe hai. Us time pool mai sirf mai woh lady aur kuch bache hi the . Maine kha lagta hai humme magnet lag gaye hai jo baar baar hume ek ddosre ke paas khich rhe hai. Voh haste hue chali gayi.Abse roz mai swimming karne jata aur us lady se milne ki koshish karta. Kuch din ek sath swim karne ke baad hamne baat karni shuru ki mujhe pta chala ki unka naam priya hai aur woh 27 saal ki unmarried lady hai jo apne parents se alag is shehar. Most, if not all, of the items were symbolic. Like the communion cracker and wine that symbolized the blood and flesh of Christ.That was something! She wondered if her parents knew that communion was a magical ritual. Wouldn't they freak if they knew!She shut the door to the cellar while turning the lights on. Opening one of her cabinets, she pulled out the cast iron cauldron she found after more than a dozen phone calls. The dagger was from the knife store. That one had been easy. The handmade. I turned back to her seeing her press that wine glass against her lips and my eyes trailed down her body. Those breasts looked like they needed to be freed from the confines of that baby doll. The thoughts of my wife and the guilt that I had were washed away, looking at what was right in front of me. I focused on the task at hand, grabbing her wine glass and putting it down. Our lips locked in another embrace and I pulled her close. The taste of my cum lingered in her mouth as I slid my tongue.