"Th-the pendant ... it's ... it's c-connected with a book," Debby croaked. She immediately felt a surge of guilt."A book? What kind of book?" A book, ...with ... w-with a ritual ... a rite ... the Rite of Power. The pendant was used as a focus..." Power? What kind of power? Where?" Melissa cried, her excitement rising."U-under Haven ... a node ... l-lines of energy converge, a-and the Rite taps it, the pendant focuses it..."Melissa smiled. "And where is this book?" I don't know."Her smiled faded.. What the fuck was that? Would it happen again? Christ, that had hurt. What was going to happen next? Like an expert interrogator, she was breaking me down. I was again at her mercy. “You a stubborn one,” she muttered good-naturedly. “But I make you come anyway. You see.” Her hands were now performing an intricate dance across my genitals. First they were sliding along my shaft, then they were pinching my foreskin. Here a delicate caress of my balls, there a tight squeeze. I would. There was one other younger woman sitting about four rows further back than Holly, but she was already naked and covered in a coating of glistening stuff unevenly covering her tits, face and shoulders. She gave a knowing smile to Holly. Holly simply lifted her dress over her head and sat in the last chair in the aisle sideways so that her knees hung over the arm of the chair and invited any man who would to come to her and eat her pussy. That was the price to get the chance to fuck her. The men. Pam made love with each of them again on Friday. Both times were vanilla, guy on top, but fun. They kicked it up a notch Saturday morning, when Scott found Pam cooking breakfast while wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts. Breakfast had to wait while he hoisted her on top of the table, s**ttering the dishes as he held an ankle in each hand. Jerry caught her bending over the arm of the couch and before she knew it her shorts were off and she was bent way over as he entered her from.