It was nearly a palm tree long, and half a palm tree wide. There was plenty of room to pace, even though a gigantic central conference table dominated...the room. She knew that a solution would have to be found soon, and solutions usually came when you weren’t looking for them. She didn’t have the luxury of not looking, however. She was wearing a traditional linen gown that was crimson in color, perhaps in order to reflect her martial thoughts. Her allure was ever-present, and her matronly bosom. The kinds that would get killed in prison. She nodded to herself.She hadn't really thought about it that much, but maybe she was a bastard by that definition. Nah. Avenging angel maybe. No, that was too far in the other direction. Avenging bastard, that sounded right. She wasn't an abuser herself – not yet anyway.When the plane landed in Dallas, she pulled out her laptop right in the airport lounge and reentered the DNA search for her rapist. She couldn't believe it: 'Not Found.' Where had he. Reaching in, I had to be extremely careful I didn't touch anything that his father had put in him. Even the parts that were broken I avoided fearing that somehow the demon still had a connection to them. Finally I found Rigal's power center. It was far different than I'd ever seen though no where as powerful as Merlin's, but there was some definite power there.As carefully as I could I started to slowly increase Rigal's overall power. I had to make sure I left nothing that would indicate that I. I had no idea what was goin on outside my cubicle. All I could hear was lots of footsteps, men talking and groaning, and the sound of belts and zippers. Cock after cock appearing in front of me to suck off and as soon as one had ejaculated in to my ass I could feel another cock push its way up my backdoor.Every three or four minutes my anal pipe was gettingpumped full of cum. Some could'nt even last a minute before dumping their load. My ass and legs were drenched in cum and a large pool of.