“Oooh,” she gasped.“What sort of panties have you got on?” I asked, in true youth style. I couldn’t see or even feel any under her tight, sh...rt skirt.“Not saying,” she teased, wiggling her hips between my hands. I went and put some music on, closed the curtains and came back to her. With my hands back on her hips we began to dance.“I can’t feel any panties...” I pursued the subject.“You’re not suggesting a girl like me would come to a party without any panties on?” she fluttered her eyelashes. That's it, now swallow,"Chris closed her eyes and allowed the gooey substance to slide down her throat.She was hit with a huge blow to the side of her face. The other men s**ttered aside, as Chris went flying from the coffee table to the carpeted floor. Her face burned hot from the slap. Her vision blurred."I told you to look at me, Cunt!" the large man screamed. "You'll pay for that. You guys take the Bitch to the bedroom, while I find some things."They did not bother to pick her up; She was. It took off a few shingles and would have broken windows if they hadn't been boarded up. With an unmarked turnoff and no close neighbors, they'd never had any trouble with vandals. The people who knew the place was here didn't do that stuff and the people who would had no idea there was a cottage here. A fireplace and electric heaters took care of chilly nights but only the bedroom had air conditioning. It was pointless to turn it on anyway while we were airing things out. I'd ditched my shirt. Glenn asked, "Is it a high crime for a wizard to knock before they cameinto a person's home?"Miriam and Vincent' bad habit of literally always dropped in withoutnotice also annoyed him, he hated how his in-laws would actually justmaterializing in the room. Today he found it aggravating for they wererunning late for a night out with friends. Those two always putthemselves in front of others, then again he knew he should had expectthat for they are wizards.Miriam's voice had a tone of.