Normally these types of people are almost invisible as people go about their days but there just had been something about her that had drawn his eye i...mediately, prompting him to watch and observe her.All things considered, she looked to be quite pretty in a very girl next doorish sort of way. He guessed that she was somewhere between 18-25 years old, what may have been an athletic build previously looks to have been wasted away slowly making her appear much more petite and demure, her shoulder. I checked the name and address on the package. “To Maurice Alfred Jackman”, at my address. Fuck! My real fuckin’ name’s my fuckin’ business.Now you know why I insist on being called ‘Jack Jackman’.I closed the door, although it was colder inside the flat than outside. I ripped open the big envelope and shook out a thin padded envelope about 150x200mm, with a repeat of my name and address in block capitals on the front. I turned it over and read the return address, and whistled. My old man. The whole ride home I was excited to be able to feel the silky sheerfabric caressing my skin, and one of Megan's new toys inside me. It hadalso occurred to me that I had had the butt plug in all day. I almosthad forgotten that I was wearing it but every time I sat down it pressedagainst my prostate and reminded me. I pulled into the driveway and noticed that Megan's car wasn't there. Iwalked inside and the house was filled with a great aroma. She must havejust stepped out to grab something from. “I think perhaps we will be more valuable to your people alive. We have come to make an offer. One most generous, I think you’ll find.” Taking no chances, Maloth reached out with his power, wrapping tendrils of dark lust around the woman’s body, inflaming her desire. His power had grown since binding Mali, and this level of ability was a simple thing, now.The hooded woman’s breath hitched as Maloth’s power took hold. “V-very well,” she began, stuttering a little as her body betrayed her. “Tell.