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"Oh Dear! I guess that must have been a fantasy of yours."
The waitress arrives with their desserts and asks... "Where's your friend?"
"Under the table eating my pussy. If you don't believe me, look for yourself."
The waitress raise the table cloth, takes a peak then exclaims, "Oh Dear!"
"Ever wondered how it would feel fuck to someone under one of these tables while eating out a woman?" Says Shana suggestively.
The waitress nipples harden visibly and she confesses, "Yes."
"Would you like me to hold your panties for you?" Offers Shana politely to which the waitress promptly replies, "Yes."
Then Shana reaches into her purse, retrieves something and places it in the woman's hand.
"Here's a condom. Have fun."
As the waitress begins licking her pussy, Shana wonders whether or not she should tell Israel that he, like herself, is a 16th generation Hereditary Witch whose power comes from his Venereae Locum. When the waitress's skilled tongue becomes too distracting for her to ignore and the last thought Shana has before she cums is... 'Imagine how powerful our children will be?'
The End
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