“But I think I’m done with the lotion” I said and turned around to leave the room. I felt like leaving now. Also because I could feel my dick ge...tting harder the more I thought about what I saw. It was also the only thing I could think about. We were a little more distant that day than we used to be. Two days had now passed and everything were back to normal. I was walking down the hallway to get to my room. I passed Sofia’s room and I saw her sitting on her bed texting (like usually). I changed. And she felt really bad for him, not having anyone. Also, he was really rich, so maybe that played a part in my thinking. He had always been a bit of grump to most neighbors. To be honest, no one the neighborhood seemed to like him. And if he did have family, we could understand why they never came to visit him. Still, he always liked my wife, and would chat with her for hours over the fence, or on the sidewalk out front. She seemed to be the only person he really wanted anything to do with.. It wasn’t a powerful stroke, It didn’t even hurt, but the mass of it made it feel like the hit rippled trough my body up to my neck. The second one was a lot more powerful, it made a smacking sound, the muscles in my ass twisted as i moaned. This was really different, it went a lot deeper. A normal whipping would be felt on the skin primarily, this was felt in the flesh. The third was again harder. *Smack!* the sound echoed in the small hollow room. The energy from the mass of the paddle. Her ambitious quest reached its crescendo of whipping winds and pulsating glyphs as her pentacle glowed with eldritch crimson light, a cloud of thick oily smoke billowing from the perimeter of her blasphemous summoning circle. Her voice took on a lustful sigh, a power-hungry plea to the malevolent gods that ruled their hordes in the earth below to heed her call, her offers carried on the smoke-laden winds that wiped the sweat away from her large chest and fled the cave through the narrow.