The memories of this illusory trial (which you were induced to believe was real) are fuzzy at best, but you succeeded and were bestowed the title of M...gus as well as your Wizard's Staff.Congratulations, Magus Bluemantle! You can now wander the world until you find a place to call home, and make yourself a name.It is the middle of spring, you are riding Eglantine, your mare, on the road to Eryn's Brook, the town nearest to Whitedove Manor. You left your home of fifteen years this morning, after. They had paid a street rat to go into the Four Star Hotel and get what was left of their things. Most of their stuff had little value, such as toiletries and clothes, and had been left alone, but Lara's computer had been stolen.Luckily, she had had the forethought to upload her files and had wiped the drive clean. She did not want the mysterious 'Mr. Williams' getting her files and thus access to who she was. Their bikes were in a private garage and thankfully hadn't been touched. She and Ben. I lay there in an erotic haze, drifting in a sea of passion. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced. In all my life, I would never have guessed that it could be nearly that intense. But the boys were not finished with me yet. It appeared they wanted me to have a full male-male experience. I felt hands along my body and suddenly I was turned over, my erection exposed upward. I felt two sets of hands wrap around my cock and balls. With the taste of Jordan still in my mouth, my ass lost. You stood over thescene, looking down on your disciples and your victim, savouring this straight woman?sinitiation into your private and secret world were there were no limits on fetishand no restrains on your powers. My strugglesslowly diminished to a resignation of my state, and a fear of what ?delights?you would force upon me. My husband and daughters would all be concerned at mynon appearance in the airports concourse, and even now I foolishly imagined thepolice force scanning the airport..