“Is this what you want?”I watch my husband’s face. My eyes are pleading. I need this!Mark nods.In one surge, Adam plunges slowly into me. His co...ck parts my swollen lips. I groan in pleasure. As he sinks further, my fingers grip the edges of the table.I watch as my husband pulls out his cock from his pants and strokes. As he leans over and watches this cock disappear inside me.I close my eyes. I forget about everything but the sensation of this strange man taking me. The friction as he stretches. I thought it felt very sexy, but Theresa told me it was a pain in the ass when you had to do it all the time. I did love the smooth feeling of my hairless legs after I'd finished and Theresa had applied some cream. I remembered what Barb the shoe saleswoman had said and made sure to shave the hair off my toes as well. Theresa drove us to her favorite nail salon, where the Vietnamese women fussed over us and treated us like royalty. We had manicures and pedicures, and I loved the attention.. He left and I took the shower and wore a top with legging.He came back, fixed something and went away, he gave his number and saved mine saying in case if I needed any help I could call him.He went away after that.Later next day my husband got to call that his mother was not well want to see children and asked him to come along with me. I excused myself and told him I cant come since she never liked me.My husband along with children went that evening.While going, he told the watchman to look. I walked up to her and as she looked at me I pronounced the first incantation. Her eyes widened at the strange sounds and I could feel her fright rise as she thought of fleeing. But it was already too late for her. As I said the last word of the incantation, her eyes closed. "Open your eyes," I commanded. They fluttered open. "It is a lovely day. Let's walk." Obediently, she followed me."What is your name?" Caitlin," she answered. I smiled. Caitlin is an ancient Celtic name meaning pure. My.