She was slow in her act, which was very passionate. She continued sucking my cock with her saliva spread all over my cock.I was flying in a different ...world. She then moved her lips, sucking my balls. She took my balls into her mouth and sucked them. She was doing it all right. I was enjoying her act. She again moved her lips to the dick, sucking them like ice cream.She sucked my dick long till my urge climbed high to shoot the cum. I stopped her, pushed her away, took a deep breath, and. I blink as if see the sun for the first time. Even with the sun it is cold, my breath spawns a small cloud each time I exhale. I shiver, from cold and fear. The crowd is already waiting, a roar goes though them as they see me. I am half pushed, half dragged to the marketplace. Their shouts are an inaudible clamor first, but after some time I begin to catch single words."Kill her!" "Burn the Witch!" "To the stake with her!" "Thou shall not suffer a witch to live!" "Give her to the flames!" "Burn. " Then I added, "Maybe, when you're eighteen, I'll let you make it up to me then."He looked a little funny but went on to other things as I finished his room.I kept laundering his crusty hankies and replacing his Vaseline and right after his eighteenth birthday, he asked me, "You said I could make it up to you for all the hankies you've washed and all the Vaseline you've replaced for me. What did you mean, Carol?" Well, can you keep a secret, Brian?" Of course, after all, you've kept a pretty. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved. The mother's driver's license told me that she was 34 years old. A birthdaycard told me that her daughter had just turned sixteen. What cash they hadwent into my pocket, the traveler's cheques, camera and other traceable valuablesI trashed. I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post cards. I entertainedmyself perusing the immature musings contained in the girl's diary. I boxed up the lot and set it aside for the.