Cee took her time probably because of nerves, of suddenly realising where she was and what she was about to do. She stood behind Shy as I had done min...tes before. I could see the swing of her now naked breasts beneath her blouse – they were similar in size to my wife’s, perhaps heavier, more pendulous, but beautifully so. I’d fantasised about them before when she wore her bikini, now they were real and visible.“What if she wakes up?” she whispered.“She won’t. We’ll probably have to carry her to. “She has a family. Three kids. How does the sheik smuggle these teens out of the country against their will?”“I don’t know. I’ve never met him. Ask Ike.”“I will, but it will be too late to save Grace.”“See if she has contacted her sons.”“Thank you, Simmons, but I had already thought of that. One last thing. How many teens did you put in the path of Ike?”“Not many. They were just down and outs. Street girls who had just become addicts, no one missed them.”“You’re an expert on that, are you?. The wind stopped as the wax lines met, and the remaining candles were extinguished. The utter darkness of the basement didn't last long though, as the pentagram began to glow a dim red, and the room became suddenly hot.She sat motionless, her knees nearly touching the glowing points, sweat building on her skin as the centre of the pentagram became uncertain; indistinct; as though the she were viewing it from a badly focused camera.From the vague centre of the pentagram, it looked as though. In her drunk mind she knew he cheated. She then looked at Tom, what felt like an hour of thinking was only a second. She leaned into him and kissed him. Her anger at Issac made the feeling of her betrayal to Issac disappear. She felt Toms hands run down her back and onto her ass. He squeezed. She pulled him closer. She felt her pussy warm and get wet. His hands were all over her. She reached down and felt his hard cock through his pants. “Lets go to the bathroom,” Tom whispered. He led her to.