I hated it. It was hell on earth, and that doesn't even begin to describe it.I was the sexual plaything and helpless slave to a misogynistic asshole w...o had the ability to control minds. Despite the occasional orgasm, it was still sheer hell. Thanks to that damned freak, I lost many years of my life.There was no time off. No hope of escape.So yes, those years were traumatic and they still are even for me to think of them. For that reason, I won't write about it now. I feel that I would go mad. You press your feet into the bed, lifting your pussy harder onto my face, my tongue presses starts to circle your clit faster and presses harder.You can feel it building deep within your stomach… it’s beginning to balloon as your clit hardens against my flicking tongue, your legs begin to shudder involuntarily. You grip your tits, twisting the nipples, squeeze your pussy tight and clamp your thighs around my head.I hammer your clit with my tongue, rubbing it, setting it alight. You can hold. The most prominent of them were we would pizza, cookies and ice cream, watch horror movies, and most important of all, stay up all night. ALL night. About the time we reached her house, I remembered “Are your parents home?” “No. Their in Greece for some exhibition. It’s just you, me and Mary.” Mary was her younger sister, about my Brit’s age, only 2 years younger than us. Where Lisa’s hair was red, almost orange, hers was the color of wheat. Her cheeks and full lips made for sucking, and brown. Jean refused to sacrifice the girl, and we couldn’t complete the spell without her. We HAD to do it this way.’ Jo took a deep breath. ‘Look,’ she continued. ‘You know Jean. She has trouble stepping on a bug! You can’t really expect her to kill another human being. She kept saying that to do so would be stepping into the Black side, and maybe she’s right.’ ‘She’s an innocent, Jane,’ Jean implored. ‘She really is! I’ve never met anyone so … so … sweet!’ But Jane was silent in my body, and turned.