None of them had sisters. He was considered the odd-fish, as he hadn’t studied any branch of medicine. With a name like Shaman, it was kind of expec...ed he explained. I grinned and said maybe his voodoo art, just differed. I then had to explain voodoo, and he laughed. His damn laugh had my toes curling and my cunnie wet. I must have given away my desire as he gave me a strange look. He popped a piece of chicken in his mouth and looked thoughtful. “You’re a very desirable woman, Trixy,” he said.. ..maybe another evening...". He withdraws his fingers from me and reaches them towards my clit, rubbing gently until he hears me moan in pleasure. "No, not yet, girl... But come and find me nearer the end of the evening and I may consider giving you some relief, if you've been good." Perhaps a man asks me to bring him a glass of wine and a bottle of lube. I bring him the requested items and he orders me to turn around, bend over with my legs straight and rest my forearms on the footstool. This. I hold the receiver just inches from my face withwhite knuckles and strained tears as I crouch down into the corner ofthe room. "I may not be able to solve your personal issues, but I can give you achance to continue teaching." The voice stops as if waiting for aresponse. Teaching is why I'm here in the first place. Why would Iwant to go back to that cursed profession? There's nothing there for meanymore. They've taken my love for teaching when they threw me into thesacrificial pyre of. So I'm visiting her as usual, pretending I don't know about her betrayal. But before I arrive I call on Julie. We talk, she understands, we survey her equipment and make our choice.

Act 3. 

I ring Jane's bell, its Sunday as usual. She opens the door, smiling like the false untrustworthy cunt that she is. She wears a gown and she leans forward for my kiss. I meet her judas lips and we step into her bedroom. Minutes later she's naked, bent over her frame, her wrists and ankles bound. I look at.