They didn’t commit their crimes in the Heights.”“I’m not sure what sort of crime they committed at all if the spell forced them to do it. I co...ldn’t bring myself to kill them for that—they’re victims, too. But I hope Treya’s right, and that it can’t take control of them again.”The men had all professed remorse over the things they’d done, but Corec had no way to tell if any of them were lying. He’d made them build the funeral pyres to reinforce any regret they felt.“I wasn’t much help. "Time to get to work." She stretched across the seat so her head was in my lap. Then she started licking my already hard member. "You have a very nice one," she said, holding it up and looking at it."How many have you seen?" Despite what you may think, not many. Just a few." Then she started licking it in earnest until finally she went all the way down to my pubic hairs on it. It took all of my will to keep from exploding into her mouth. She was right about the stud ring: That little silver. "Joan. I need you to call Carol at the service. I want one Asian girl, one black girl and one blonde. Make sure they are young and I want new girls. I don't want any girls I had before. Got that?" Yes, Mr. Benson," Joan responded.Moments later I heard Jack go back into his office. My curiosity got the better of me. I walked over to Joan's desk."Joan, did I hear what I thought I heard?" I asked cautiously."Yes, you did," Joan began with a grin. "Every Friday Mr. Benson gets three call girls from. Damn, Spain and France in the summer. We’re lucky girls Alex. So, when do we leave?”I had a thought. Plane tickets for three people are rather expensive. Not to mention dealing with the crowds and general airport bullshit. So, I made a call. This call was to an old friend who lives in the Hollywood Hills, who I’ve known for a little over a decade. This friend owed me a favor, and I finally decided to cash in.So now, instead of taking a crowded flight with Alex and Claire to Europe, we were.