"Mr. Gustafson," he said levelly, "you ask too many questions. I find that most annoying. When I am annoyed, I am not a nice man. You would do well to...remember that."Something in his tone persuaded me that a less pointed approach was warranted. "You obviously have some plans for us," I began. "And tell me this. Do you tolerate sexual assault of female hostages?"Mr. Choi's stern expression was unwavering. "Our plans for the four of you are no concern of yours at the time being. As you said, you. Cole already knew he was going to wear his good boots and it was Clayton who handed him the red pearl button shirt with the white piping that he'd bought at the Stampede Rodeo when he was sixteen. He hadn't worn it in a long time and Cole was surprised to find that the well washed cotton fit him better than it hand before. It was no use for riding, tight in the shoulders now he'd put on muscle, but the shirt looked fitted across his tight abdomen and he stuck his arms out of Clayton to. She started to moan and also started to press her boobs by herself out of sexual instinct. Then i removed my hands and started to suck her pussy. I was tickling her clit with my mouth. She could not control herself. The acts of mine had aroused her more and more that she started to beg me to fuck her. But I was in mood to tease her more and pushed my tongue in her cunt and started extracting juice out of her. It tasted so good I was rolling my tongue deep in her and she was moaning very loudly. The magic was real. Slowly the glow becamestronger. Soon shining in a blinding intensity.When the glow ebbed the circle was floating in a strange darkness. To hersurprise, she wasn't alone. Opposite of her sat someone in the circle.A face so familiar she knew every detail of it. Half her life she hadseen this face in the mirror. Since she was born she had worn this faceevery other day.It was her other self. The Sean when she had been Trisha and the Trishawhen he had been Sean. She had shared.