He came bounding towards the house at full speed. She sidestepped him as he ran past her and into the house. She went over to him while drank some wat...r. Before she could attach the collar, he spun around into her knocking the collar from her hand. She bent down to grab it and he bumped her hard in the ass with his nose which toppled her over. She landed on her hands and knees.“Damn Bruno,” she yelled, “Calm down.” She reached out for the collar, then his forepaws wrapped around her waist. His. Mistress Raell strode back across the room, holding a handful of straps and a strange wand-looking thing. ‘At attention.’ Drake stood, placing his feet at slightly wider than shoulder width and his hands behind his head. He kept his gaze straight ahead. Mistress Raell slid a harness on him, locking every strap down but the Y-strap. Drake felt his stomach drop. He’d gotten used to not having a buttplug in. Mistress Raell walked off for a second, then returned with something in hand. ‘Bend over.’. ..”“Call me Grim,” I said. “Everybody does.”He eyed me curiously. “The Grim Reaper? Indeed! Well, Grim, Kelly, if you would please follow me, I’ll take you upstairs.” He led us to a bank of elevators, and from there we went to just about the top of the place. I whistled when we were led into a conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows; you could see the entire Atlanta skyline.I heard a throat being cleared and I turned around, my face red, to find several people seated at a conference. I pray it was a trick. I’m scared thinking of it wasn’t. Part of my mind believes it wasn’t.Don’t know if I expected a good laugh or really desired to believe in magic. I just got horny.The girls took me to a dorm room where sunlight poured in through the window. They had me shower, saying my skin needed to clean to be blessed with ‘white witch oil.’ The instant I step out of the shower they were on me, covering me in the oil.They led me back to the dorm room’s bed. I couldn’t help but go! They.