DESCRIPTION:
A re-imaging of the Mighty Witch Baba Yaga and how she's coped with modern time. Her penchant for chaos and skewed justice as she runs her organization, The Medusa Foundation. Sam Dillon is about to get a taste of his own medicine, Baba Yaga, Babbs as her friend know her, is about to play with him and turn his fondest wish into a reality, but with the twisted sense of a evil Genie. Some men are good, The rest can be trained
EXCERPT:
Oh, God... Yes, there it is, her relief is flowing like an orgasm now and it's making my pussy wet. Fuck, my clit is as plump as a tiny sausage. Time to feed some of it back to her as lust. Then she'll be my slave. I pulled down my panties. She's of course confused but in a moment she won't care. She will smell me, and she will forget her confusion immediately.
"Now, I know this is confusing, but it will make you feel so much better," I assured her. I put my hand on her head and pushed her closer to my pussy.
"Mrs. Yaghan... I, no. I'm not a lesbi..." She protested a little and the scent reached her. "I. Oh, that smells so, so."
"Like what my dear?"
"Like delicious chocolate chip cookies, out of the oven," She said.
