I was wearing a black leather top that wasn’t a top at all but holding rows of shiny chains d****d from one shoulder to the other. There was no cove...rage of my breasts or nipples, merely the illusion of some coverage. The skirt was nothing more than a garter belt with sheer frills attached to it. My stockings were sheer and dark attached to the straps below the frilly, sheer skirt. Naturally, no bra or panties.She looked concerned. She patted my butt under the skirt that did nothing to cover.. Especially about what this darkentity was all about? Monique had said that it's probably bullshit andeven if it wasn't it would need some kind of anomaly to your regularwitch to be able to do anything drastic. Since it appeared that I coulduse magic without a grimoire, it would seem that I am some kind ofanomaly compared to Monique and her Grandma. I was going to have to bediscreet though, I didn't want them knowing what I could do until I knewwhat it meant.I was on my way there, I had used my. When we were dating she would give me a blowjob a day. So she was well practiced and familiar about how to treat a dick.I could write poems about what her tongue was doing to me. She sank my entire member into her mouth as her tongue flicked and glided along my sensitive head. She started slow; making sure every square inch was wet with saliva and at one point licked by her expert tongue. After a few minutes I noticed her pace quickening. She was moving her head and tongue faster. I knew I was. He continued their conversation. ‘For every person like you, who has the need to submit, to have your darkest, deepest, strongest desires forced (this said with a small smile) on you, there are people like me. I can fulfill your need to serve, to be made to do what you have only read about, drooled about, and then thought yourself depraved for even thinking it. There is a world for those like us. These past few encounters are a sip of what could be between us, what you could experience.’ ‘I.