.DONT STOP” As Richard then yelled, “ “YOUR LIKEING MY FAT COCK IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE CUNT ARE YOU, ARE YOU, YOU LIKE BEING FUCKED DON’T YOU SA...MMY, YOU LIKE BEING FUCKED LIIKE THIS DON’T YOU”? “ “YES …YES… OHHH YES… I LOVE IT…I LOVE IT FUCK ME …FUCK ME DON’T STOP,,, RIP MY WET CUNT OPEN WITH YOUR FAT COCK,,, FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER.. FUCK ME HARDER.” I groaned , Richard then started pounding my eager wet cunt at an incredible pace as John rammed his stiff cock deep in and out of my tight. I cried adn thrust my hips backwards.His lund got in completelyt and he started to move. I turned my mouth to kiss him while his hands were against pulling and kneading my brests making them ache with pain. Today Akhil was taking me like a wild bull his lund hitting the depths of my chut while his hands were milking my boos and his balls hard as tennis balls were hitting thuk thuk against my ass, he was ocassionalyl slapping my rump and calling me a cunt, his bitch etc…..I had climaxed almost. “What do you want,” the fat man demanded. Debbie shivered as she could feel his eyes undressing her. The thought of running away was racing in her mind, but then she knew Stephanie still had the incriminating pictures. Debbie took a deep breath and told the story Stephanie instructed.“I need a job, I’m a single Mother and have to find work to keep my apartment.” The fat man nodded and motioned for Debbie to enter his office. “Strip!” the fat man said matter-of-factly to Debbie not even looking. I knew that the council would have to investigate and verify my story.When they sent an investigator to check out Frederick Carstairs they'dfind him full of magic but appearing to be hiding it. I'd even programmeda few defensive spells that would be triggered when they tried to bringhim in front of the council.He'd resist and protest his innocence and do it quite well and with adegree of arrogance that would tick the women on the council off. Butthere'd be a few gaps in his memory, some things.