Then I took the ball gag that I had brought from the sex shop and fastened it to his mouth. His cock was no longer semi-erect, but tall and throbbing....I was turning him on. He tried to speak through the ball gag when I left the room, but I wasn’t gone for long. I reappeared with a camera, and his wallet. I took a couple of pictures of him, showing his nakedness, and making sure I got his face. He tried to turn away, but really he couldn’t do anything. Then I laid the contents of his wallet out. He just hadn't met the right woman yet.Nate had dressed carefully for this dinner as well. He was going for the casually elegant look and thought his black trousers and open neck black silk shirt worn with his sleeves rolled up fit the bill nicely. He had debated over untucking it as well but knew that Michel would get his knickers in a twist if he went that casual. Not only that but he had a feeling his PA would be dressed to kill or rather he was hoping she was and didn't want her to feel too. He can see it in my eyes. He knows the truth just like I do. He knows that, together, we are transient. These woods are his form of meditation, of prayer. Maybe, in introducing me to them, he is trying to fix me because he knows his human hands cannot. He knows, right now, his human hands are not fit to hold me, but moreover, he knows that neither of us is willing to admit that. He knows that nobody wants to look that deep because, on the surface, we have found momentary rest. That evening, we. He talks to the head of the guard shack and gives him a card. He swipesit and then waves to the door of a long empty hallway that leadsthrough the guard shack and beyond. Once I am in, the door closes andlocks behind me. Then my senses, feel waves of 'humans tech' as theywash over me and then followed by a wave of magic.After the wave of magic hits me, warning lights flash and even morebolts slide into the doors to hold them inplace! The guard then shrieksat me "You're not alone in there!" ME?".