Its Halloween, and Witchy AATT has had rather enough of it all; having grown tired of the same reoccurrence each year, a seasonal event where she goes out, casting spells and spooking people only to be condemned and persecuted for it as a result.

Putting her foot down, Witchy AATT, decides to go on strike for Halloween. Instead of haunting, she rather fancies being worshipped and enjoying her night with another kind of twist.

Trekking down to the local forest, Witchy AATT gathers some materials for her cauldron by the pond, to which she concocts a spell, bringing a plastic f...

Its Halloween, and Witchy AATT has had rather enough of it all; having grown tired of the same reoccurrence each year, a seasonal event where she goes out, casting spells and spooking people only to be condemned and persecuted for it as a result.

Putting her foot down, Witchy AATT, decides to go on strike for Halloween. Instead of haunting, she rather fancies being worshipped and enjoying her night with another kind of twist.

Trekking down to the local forest, Witchy AATT gathers some materials for her cauldron by the pond, to which she concocts a spell, bringing a plastic figurine to life to become her doting footboy.

With her footboy now alive, Witchy AATT teleports them both back to her witchy lair for some mischievous witch fun. It's here where Witchy AATT has her footboy, sniff her smelly neon green Nylons, worship her bare soles as she jerks at his huge BBC erect from being in the presence of his superior.