Laura wins!

"All Right!" screamed Camilla. "You win! Please get these shoes out of my ass!"

"Oh, I will, but only after you swear your loyalty to me." Laura smiled as she approached the pain ridden woman. "Down on your knees before me!" she commanded Camilla.

Camilla had **** but to do as she was told. As difficult as it was with shoes up her ass, she managed to get down before Laura on her knees. "I swear to you my loyalty. You are my Mistress, and I will serve no one but you." The shoes suddenly reappeared on her feet, as if they'd never left. "Thank you Mistress!" She bowed before Laura, and kissed her feet.

"I love your kisses," said Laura. "They're so sweet and tender. How are you at kissing lips? Stand up and show me."

Camilla stood up, and Laura took her into her arms. Then they kissed. It started out innocently enough as a peck. A longer kiss soon followed, which left both women gasping. Then Laura took charge, kissing her back with an open mouth, inviting Camilla to exchange tongues and saliva with her. This they did as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Their gasps turned into mewling. Their mewling turned into passionate moans.

Laura pulled away from Camilla. "I guess we should go find Peter, and let him know it's safe now."

"Yes, anything you say," a starry eyed Camilla said. "I don't think I want him any more. I think I want you more than anyone I've ever been with."

"You can be with me. You can also be with him, if you want to. You've sworn your loyalty to me, and what's mine is now yours. I'm not a bad witch to get along with."

"I can see that now," Camilla had to admit. "It was me who was the bad witch."

"I also have two more witches for you to meet. Once they get home from school."

"You mean your daughters are also witches?" Camilla thought about this. Of course, it was only natural, them being girls. Very few men were warlocks.

"Yes, they are. They started manifesting their power at the age of three, believe it or not," Laura bragged. "We've had to keep the witchcraft a secret from Peter all these years. Now, thanks to you, at least he'll know everything."

"I'm sorry," Camilla apologized. "I'm the one who blew your cover. You should be mad at me."

Laura put her hands on Camilla's hips. "Now how could I be mad at anyone who kisses me like you do?" They rubbed noses, and giggled like schoolgirls. "Come on. Let's go see if he wants to stay with us, or if he wants to leave. Either way, you're now part of the family."