After lunch and a bottle of sparkling, she lent forward kissed me and said it was time to get dressed, and my clothes and something special were laid ...out in the guest room, and that she will be getting ready in the master bedroom, she told me after I had put on the underwear to put on my regular street clothes, and to come back down to the living room, when I got into the spare room there was a letter with a few instruction, and a box of wet wipes, the first instruction was to wipe my self down. Finally I pull a small booklet from my front breast pocket and flip through it as an idea hits me. Mumbling as my fingers fly over the pages, I find what I am looking for.Several years ago I made a trip to the darkest reaches of the innermost jungles and befriended a witch there who taught me a few incantations that I might find useful in my travels.Using one such spell, I inhale and begin chanting in a strange language, gutteral but with a rhythm that gave it a fluidity. The door briefly. She sits back watching him in the uncomfortable position but admiring the view. Casually, she takes another sip out of her drink and leans over to run her nails over his cock and balls. His balls tighten, his cock growing harder at her touch. She takes her pointer finger and slowly sucks on it, getting it very wet. As he squirms in this position, she slowly glides her finger into his ass. He moans. Feeling pleased at this reaction, she then licks her middle finger and inserts both wet digits. We chatted about things for a while and eventually she said."Well, it's been nice seeing you but I really have to be getting along." She smiled again and was about to go. I felt a deathly chill inside, so strongly was I drawn to her and I was prepared to hazard anything to win her."Do you mind if I walk with you?" I asked and she shrugged her shoulders, smiling.We walked along the high street and I had a madcap idea."I have to go into this shop," I said. "Could you wait outside for me a minute?.