This would be a concern to some, but Brettfell in with the type of crowd that was prone to this sort of thing, andso they just spent the night without... him.Back home Brett knew he was missing a great night out, who would believesuch a predicament? Especially when the witch used her voice in place ofhis.Brett didn't know much about history or the occult, how people used toburn those accused of witchcraft in the middle ages, or how certaincharms protect against, or even break spells; or else he. Why should I? Just because the thought of it is making me wet as I think about it. Wet. My goodness yes, I am wet in my knickers. So that's it then. Argument over. How can I refuse now? It won't kill me. It's only for 6 weeks anyway. I looked at her. That strict voice, in fact that strict sexy voice. I looked at her and knew I had to agree. It would answer so many questions. And if I only get spanked when I am naughty then it is up to me to be good. Easy. I looked at. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of the latter. She considers Joi like a mother and never. ..'Did you, eh? Well, enjoy your victory as long as it lasts' I said menacingly.'What do you mean by that Alex?' she inquired rather surprised.'I mean that you had me in lust, playing your cruel bet games and knowing that I stroke my cock night after night for you two. I should get up and leave you here alone' I retorted playing MY game.'Oh no! You won't. How will I leave? I will be baked under the sun. Please don't, aren't we friends now?' she said with all the feminine sweetness she could.