He sat and just looked, turninghis head from side to side, admiring himself from all angles. He pursedmy lips, gave himself little kisses, he smiled ...hen smoothed his dressover his body, and fluffed his hair. Then used his makeup mirror totouch-up his lipstick. That was so much fun he powdered his nose.His bout of narcissism was interrupted when the bartender came over."Hi. I'm Fred what should I call you?"Sam briefly thought about trying to disguise his voice, but knew thatwould be a total. ‘I cannot sense from him, my hatred blinds me, Femaron.’ It was true. Majgen was filled with hatred and rage towards her enemy. One of the kind that had killed her parents and friends when she was so young. ‘You are a mentarion, Student. Forget yourself and do your job!’ Baglian was perspiring from mental effort. He was only a Femaron. For him fighting off the mental attacks of a yijejo, even a severely drugged and sleep-deprived one, was a tremendous effort. And this particular prisoner was. She was relieved when he actually withdrew his dick from her mouth, but worried about what he planned to do next. She flinched slightly, but noticeably, as he grabbed her tits, and he slapped her face for the reaction. She knew she deserved it but she was infuriated with herself for being so weak and disobedient today, and being punished by her adored master was unbearable. The tears and sobs that bubbled to the surface were the emotional kind…profuse and uncontrollable. She felt him pause…but. “I don’t suppose you could assist us to ... change the outlook of the Kingdom?” Mella asked carefully.“Assuming we would be interested, is there an organisation of a less militaristic nature, yet ... powerful enough to take over?” I asked, again carefully treating it as a hypothetical question.“We have a list of names of various ... charitable ventures who would be able to assist in any such change of outlook,” Conna replied, handing over several pages of what I presumed was pseudo-paper, or.