Was any name more sublime?For the last year, I had watched her on my television, drinking in her every appearance. My DVR was filled with recordings o...f her beauty. I needed her to be mine. I burned with passion for her. But how could a lowly mortal like me tame a Goddess?In the back corners of the internet I found the way. The Magicks of the Witch of Endor. A book condemned by the Theocracy, illegal in any corner of the world. But I didn't care. I could become a God myself. I could be worthy of. I had actually fucked all but two of the women there many times. Jack had fucked every one of the same ones too. I wondered if he had fucked Ana and Eva before.Oh shit, I need to think about nuns or wicked witches or something because my pants were getting very tight with my current thoughts. My sister was not helping things with those tight Levis that she must have painted on this morning because they showed her exceptional ass to be perfect. The pants also emphasized her camel toe that was. It was like a man at arms, standing at attention. I was harder than I could ever remember.She turned and broke contact with me for a moment as her head went to my member. Soon it was engulfed by her scarlet lips, and I could tell she was not a novice at this art. Lovingly she tongued and sucked my cock as if she were starving and could not get enough to keep her alive. The feeling was exquisite. No one (not even Elaine, in my dreams) had made me feel this good.Her musk was permeating the room.. The guard zoomed in his camera so that he could look at the expensive clothes that the lawyer wore, knowing that the clothes were bought with funds from defending this thief. The guard sneered as he stared at the lawyer's expensive double-breasted suit of the finest cloth, with a beautiful gold silk tie around the neck of his perfectly white starched shirt. His shoes were the finest Italian leathers which seemed out of place in the jail cell.Pulling his camera back to wide angle, he propped his.