White silk shirt open a tad more daring than I would normally allow. With each small gesture the silk runs over my smooth skin. My nipples rise to mee... the cool breeze that floats by us. The Muse smiles, seeing I am not wearing anything under that soft graceful pure shirt. He knows I did this for him, thinking of this exact moment when the breeze would cool the material causing my female essence to rise through and towards him. Dinner ordered slowly, each course an experience of divine sensual. The reality of her situation showed this was no longer fiction.The witch was a bitch and the bidding had been heated.Big sis had been picked, but would Phoebe or Billie be next?Prue struggled & tussled as Santa lowered her pants & dislodged her shiny green panties.The holiday- goer put up quite a fuss, regretting agreeing to the charity spanking.Up, up, up, rising up her snowy-white bottom cheeks.A "squeak" was heard as the pretty witch felt her panties now on display.Cold air raising goose. I was completely enveloped in his feel, his taste, his scent, and his hands. They were moving up and down my waist, leaving fire in their path. He pulled away. I need to go. You will meet me at the Independence Mall on Sunday. If you dont, I will hunt you down and kidnap you. Do you understand? I nodded. Tears still coming down. He smirked Thats my girl. He looked at my arm. You might wanna take care of that. Before your mom and friend get here. He gave me a peck on the cheek and before he. “Mark again.”I plucked the phone from her hand and answered it. I could hear his angry breathing on the other end of the phone.“Leanne you bitch, where the hell are you,” he shouted, and I could almost imagine that I was able to feel his mind through the phone’s connection. Then, with a start, I realized that I actually could feel his mind. He was angry, but not because she wasn’t there, not entirely. The house was a mess from her taking her things, and he used her as a maid, and a servant.