Apparently that was enough to satisfy the compulsion he was under. Quincy just said, “No idea.”“What was so important about getting me to make t...e map that was worth killing us for?” Will asked, seeming more confused than anything else.“Timmonds hates you,” Quincy answered. The barest hint of a shrug was all the motion his magically compelled paralysis would allow. “After you humiliated him in front of that crowd he wanted you dead.”“That doesn’t answer my question. You were going to Ralost. The date I had arranged. The date she had agreed to at my insistence and had pleaded with me not to pursue and eventually had bowed to my relentless pressure for her to date another guy; someone known to both of us. Not a friend, but a work colleague of hers. A guy who had pursued her for a while as I had discovered only recently and the guy she had chosen once I had convinced her to go ahead. It started many years before whilst my bedroom sex talk had almost always been around her taking other. Kate opened her eyes and looked at her flushed face in the mirror…fuck this felt good, really good, her master licked and sucked her clit, lapping up all the juice as it ran out her pussy, Kates breath started to get deeper and she felt her legs quiver, her master just held on to her tighter, he knew what he was doing, he knew she was getting close and he wasnt going to let her move an inch…fuck…Kate felt the orgasm build up inside her…she was going to cum so hard…she tried to relax her body to. Now another mouth attacked mine, another tongue invades my oral cavity and as my libido rises to unaccustomed heights my capitulation is almost complete. Why a hand appearing lightly on my thigh causes me to stiffen slightly I will attribute to my disbelief that the situation is getting beyond the point that I feel is still within my control. It is only natural that my thighs part as an autogenous reaction to the stimuli flooding my senses. None-the-less a nagging doubt in my conscience causes.