"Ah, I am the one who has seen your displeasure with your life and brought you here to help you, I am the witch of this tower. The witch of lust to be...precise, and I think that what you need is in fact some of my magic in your life." The woman said with a soft but kind and exiting tone.This seemed to excite Alexia to her surprise, was she really that desperate to engage in whatever pleasures this woman might offer to the point where she dismissed and possible consequences? "I uh... I don't know. "Hey, it's no big deal," she said. "I'm living with my sister, so it's all good." How old's your sister," asked Allen, surprised."Seventeen." And she owns that mansion?"Now everyone was looking at her."Oh, that," she said, embarrassed. "Uh, that's not actually our place. The guy who owns it took in Ari and me. He's kind of a philanthropist."She'd thrown in that last comment, because well ... saying that he was her High Priest didn't seem like a good idea. The word philanthropist evoked the. The kisses seemed to grow desperate as soft hands slid over wet bubbly bodies until Jenny felt a finger slide down the crack of her tight ass. Gracie slid her panties halfway down her soft ass and without warning slid two fingers slid deep inside Jenny's pussy. As Jenny let out a soft. moan, Gracie pulled her mouth away. A long string of saliva lingered between their two lips and Gracie whispered into Jenny's ear and pulled her tightJenny's knees nearly buckled as she heard Gracie's words, "You. "I don't have a boyfriend," she motored, wanking him frenetically. His foreskin was drawn back and she was rubbing him with professional relentlessness, and her face was just millimetres from the knob, her mouth, her lips, and he couldn't hold on. "I had a man once, a normal life, but not now. Why should I have one when I have soldiers that please me? Eh, Mr Pendrill? Shall I pump slower? Eh? Mr Pendrill? You seem excited and I wouldn't want you to cum too soon. I need your cum drizzling in my.