Abby regarded Cho as she spoke. Interesting. Cho’s dislike and jealousy for Romilda had been obvious every time her name had surfaced, no matter how mundane the subject. However, she referred to them as rivals. Rivals for what?
Feeling a heat building inside her as Cho made it clear who she belonged to, Abby stared back intensely. “That was never unclear, my daughter.” She moved over to sit on the bed.
Romilda squirmed and tried to get her bearings. Abby, who was not finished with Cho yet, was not ready to start answering two sets of questions. Reaching up, her fingers began to lightly play over the folds of the young girls teasing as her eyes locked with Cho’s.
“Tampering?” She cocked her head to the side. That would not have been the word that Abby would have picked to describe what she had done. “Are you implying something, daughter?”
“I assume that you are asking why I hexed you to assure that you could not pleasure yourselves?” Abby inquired. “One reason, you will never be able to deduce. You just do not have the information required. I wanted to perform a ritual, the three of us, at the end of the break to harness the energy to craft our coven’s first artifact.”
Abby let the information sink in. “What k-kind of artifact?” Romilda whimpered.
“We can discuss it later,” Abby told her, pushing a finger into Romilda’s tight pussy and tracing circles with it. Her attention to Romilda was calculated and deliberate. She watched Cho’s face for any reaction.