Margie's hands were uncertain and restless. The heat and tension in her tummy and chest grew. I can't believe I'm kissing Charlene, it's really happen...ing! The intensity of the things she felt inside and the way her head whirled was almost irresistible. She wanted to touch and feel and moan and revel. She squirmed as Charlene kissed her lips, her cheeks, around her lips. Charlene sucked her lower lip, and then traced it with her tongue, making Margie moan very softly. When Margie felt Charlene’s. You know, I have to say it, but you’re better off without her. I can’t believe after all you did that she actually thinks like that. Well, I guess there’s no accounting for what some people do and say,” he said.“No, no accounting,” I said.I was back in Littleton, The Starlight Apartments sported monthly rates and no long term lease to complicate my life. The place was shabby, but at a mere $400 a month with utilities except phone included, I could afford it. My $1,500 hundred a month disability. "I relinquish control to you, Ethan Morgan." I told him as I moved to lay next to him and run my hands through his messy hair. "I'll try anything you want me to."His grin grew instantly as he appeared to be quickly pondering his list of demands."First...off with the boots."I obediently unbuckled the boots and tossed them to the floor. He flipped himself over onto his back still smiling."Now, come here."I happily complied, quickly crawling on top of him as I kissed his supple lips. He returned. You look so much more promising than Plan A. For, in his reading on Crowley and the black arts of magic, Chance glommed on another particular phrase: ‘Sex is a serious road to magical power and a gateway to the unconscious mind.’ To Chance, this translated easily into: Sex! Magic! Power! House! Mind! Ergo, women! Ergo, slave women! Ergo, sex slave women! In his house! All he had to do to make it a reality was fuck with their minds. Which, he now firmly believed, would lead to fucking with.