’ He realized he still did not know her name. For a moment he thought about what was said about names in theWitches’ Hammer. ‘Demons could be co...trolled if you knew their real name.’ Could the same be true of witches? She had refused to give her name this past week. ‘Will you give me your name? You know mine and after we, … uh, …well, you know…’ Deirdre sighed a bit wearied. ‘I thought it safer for you not to know.’ She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the bench in front of the fire.. The door was locked, the male told her to sit down and shut up. Initially she refused. He told her if she did not comply it would be put on the internet and a copy would be sent to me. She walked back tears in her eyes, demanding to know what was going on. He proceeded to explain and played the audio of her desires.She accused him of blackmail; he calmly told her it was what she desired. He told her to watch the screen to look at her pleasure. H e then told her that his threats were genuine;. “You’re not going to get rid of that before I can took a look, are you?”“Taking a look, is that all you want to do?”We kissed again. A thick strand of cum was left running from his lips to his chin afterwards. With a giggle I put my hand on his penis and led him back into the bedroom. I laid on my back on the bed as he got another condom. The sex was quick and to the point. He shoved himself in me as deep as he could, eager for his orgasm. His friend’s semen hadn’t even dried on my face yet. Love me, Davey. Make love to me.” I did then, just as she’d asked. I made love to her with my tongue, and my lips, and my fingers, burying my face in her wet, open sex and tasting us, searching and probing all of her secret little places and touching all of the sensitive spots that she needed to be touched. She came almost at once, not a grand mal orgasm but a very intense one nonetheless, and I rode it with her, enjoying the feeling of her body as it went rigid, straining with pleasure. I.