Veronica roughly pushed on my shoulders forcingmy firm butt cheeks back onto my heels. She lifted her leather-encased legsout of the chair's stirrups ...nd stood off to the side of my prone body. I nowfound myself wantonly begging for more, my words coming out as babble. My feeblemutterings received a chorus of sarcastic as I tilted my head to the side tosee only Veronica's gleaming boots. Bruno now occupied this strange chair,his semi-erect cock glistening with our juices dangling between his. She glanced at Noelle, looking her up and down, then wrote some more. Noelle fidgeted a bit, feeling like she was failing an audition.“Forgive the paperwork,” Helja turned a page and began making tick marks and crosses. “I’m managing a census of sorts on all known witches. Keeps things tidy, in case of… incidents.”Noelle swallowed. What counted as an ‘incident’ for witches? Whatever it was, she was sure she wanted nothing to do with it.The notebook snapped shut and vanished into the tearing. The visitor looked at his old Humber bicycle and asked him pleadingly, ‘Could you please lend me your bicycle. You can repair the tyre in the morning? You can take rest and tomorrow you mend my tyre. I shall come in the morning and get my bicycle back, is it OK?’ This was a brand new Raleigh bicycle and he compared it with his old Humber. This was much costlier. Further, Babua could have done this job in the night itself, if the customer demanded. But when the customer in question wanted to get. She got up and took me to her bedroom and pushed me on the bed and was all over me, kissing me madly, licking my chest. Then after a few minutes, she stopped and seductively, removed her t-shirt and bra.“How’s that?” she asked. I could not say anything to that. I just forced her down and started fucking her from over her panty and sucking her boobs. All this while, she was moaning loudly telling me not to stop. Her hands were trying to remove my jeans as well as the underwear.So, I got up and.