Little did you know but she was a witch and you fell right into her trap. Admittedly, it was a little exciting. Without any movement at all from her, ...you started to feel a phantom hand slide up and down your shaft. But that was only the beginning as you stood before her in her quaint forest hut.* * *"You're my toy now," she says to you. "That means I like you. You're fun! But it also means you're playing a little game with me whether you like it or not."She eyes you over. To be honest, your. “No… Unless you get fed up with me and want me to leave,” Marne countered.“No, buddy, I have no plans, so you can stay as long as you like,” I replied, offering him a beer and a joint.I now led the way to my back veranda, hoping that Marne would ask me about the cottage. My ploy immediately paid dividends, as he asked me about the cottage.“Oh… That’s a studio of sorts,” I replied, before continuing, “Would you like to see it?”“Sure,” he answered.As we entered, his eyes flicked about as he took. At one point, they let goof her and helped her to stand on the table. Thenthey made her squat over a guy who lay on thetable, so her vagina slid down over his uprightpenis. She had to rock her pelvis and ride him untilhe came inside her. Two more customers electedfor "rowboat," her sitting on their cock and slidingback and forth, and then it was back on her back,with her legs held apart. The whole ordeal just kindof blended into unpleasantness, like being in thedentist's chair. At last. The day dawned bright and hot, as all childhood summers are. Mark was excited. He had found he was looking at Sally more over the last months. He liked her light brown hair more than any other girl's, it flowed behind her as she ran in Sports Day, and even though they were on different teams (he was in Spurs, she was in Everton – a short lived attempt to make the school teams more 'relevant'. But only to boys, and the boys who liked football hated being in a team named after a team they didn't.