" Forgive me your Excellency," Don Diego pleaded frantically, "but it has taken time to recruit an new agent from amongst those within the Count de Al...erez's villa and even now that we have a man willing to spy upon the Count and his party, it has taken time for that man to be in the right place at the right time to learn anything." Yes you fool," Don Hugo threw back at Don Diego in an exasperated manner, "you've already explained that to me. What I want to know is why our agents at court have. .." I mumble. My eyes are glued to her ass in her shorts, putting me into a hypnotic trans that I can't break away from. She notices me staring "Enjoying the view?" she says as she giggles and slaps both of her hands on her round ass, creating a loud smack sound, and she holds them there, teasing me a bit. "Maggie I'm so sorry!" I shout turning away, my face getting bright red. "Sorry for what? I don't mind... you're only human." She whispers getting closer to me. She turns my head, puts her. Fortunately, none of her stuff seemed to be damaged. It was over surprisingly quickly. He didn't even leave any ashes behind. It was kind of boring, actually. She'd expected to have him scream or, or almost burn down the house, or age before her eyes. Unlike the movies, he just disappeared in a couple seconds. Perhaps the movies had dramatized the results of defeating evil. It wasn't nearly as difficult or messy as she'd expected.It was kind of depressing, actually. She'd been starting to fall. "He needs a poo, but hooray, we have the bedpan to hand!" shegiggled. And they efficiently raised his body, slid the pan below andtold him to poo to his hearts content. Alan was furious, but realised itwas either use the bedpan or end up lying in his own poo. When he wasdone, Alison efficiently slid some large pieces of kitchen towel belowhim, and explained that she would need to untie his legs to clean hisbotty. The untied one ankle, and lifted his leg right up and slipped apiece of rope with.