So I’m rewriting stories and truly under probably different headings as this one is itself:: Some of you who are here to read this story, n...eed to know that trying this as a pure amateur will net you none other than shit you can’t handle. Horror beyond your capabilities to mindfully be able to handle. Witchy Woman is a professional occultist and can do shit to you without your knowledge of it one damn bit, your drug right into it. She has summoned demons to merely spiritually appear out. This time I put on my eye makeup. I had practiced a lot, and I knew what to do. Black mascara and black eyeliner on both my upper and lower lids. I had some blue eye shadow and I used my finger to blend the liner into it. My eyes looked sultry and almost Goth, but not too aggressive. I put on my black lipstick then my black nail polish. I got my butterfly panties from their hiding place and pulled them on. My boots were still on the floor where I’d dropped them before getting in the shower, and. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of his shoulder. Standing naked in front of Gail, Gail saw Tom’s amazing physique. His skin was lightly tanned and his stomach firm. His hand grasped his fully swollen member as he stroked it in front of Gail. She smiled approvingly. “What are you waiting for Big Boy?” Her hands slowly caressing her exposed breasts and wetting her lips. Stroking his massive cock as he had done many times before at the sounds of her moans through the wall, he remembered. "You ask," said McAllister to Carus, who was also looking at the youth strangely."Who funds the blockade?" Carus asked the youth, and McAllister nodded to hear the phrasing rendered.The young men frowned, but the one who answered McAllister answered Carus now. "'Tis said it's the Duke of Savonne." Then, emboldened by the closeness of his friends and McAllister's apparent good nature, "Where'd you come from that you don't know this?"Carus shot McAllister an exasperated look of defeat, and then.