Hagen's assault was everything but subtle, as any assassination should be. It was not that she did not want to wait a bit longer for the elderly man, ...inlin to leave the tunnel and try to catch his breath, but the enemy was too shrewd.Due to the gravitational force Ginlin could not use his Soul Sense to locate his escort members. Knowing that, he released his mist energy to notify them of his arrival and have them assemble outside of the tunnel. When neither of the five appeared, Ginlin became. She was his possession, his property, when she hungered he must feed her.Reaching down suddenly with one hand, He clutched a mass of hair at the back of her head and snatched her mouth back and off of him while his other hand gripped his wet pole and began squeezing and stroking it, aiming the mushroom-shaped head at her now gaping mouth.“NNNGGGHHH!” he groaned as his body went rigid and a thick rope of pearly cum arced from his cock and splattered across her cheek only to be followed by a. It’s not!”“They came from Purdue,” I said. “They were postmarked ‘West Lafayette, Indiana’ on Saturday.”“Shit. I called her on Saturday morning. I pushed her to admit you guys had been together. I’m sorry, Mike.”“It’s not your fault, Dale.”“But I think she did that in response to me calling her!”“Who knows why she did it?! My counselor says that if you and I are right, and she’s not thinking clearly, we can’t assign motives or whatever to anything she’s done.”“You seem to be handling it. “Ah, bit flat chested for me,” I admitted, “And plain, like the Mona Lisa with the beak of a Toucan.”“Oh Lord Mannington what a whit you are,” she laughed while supressing the urge to strike me down.“Oh well Sabrina, down to business,” I joked, “Do you give head, do you do anal, do you charge by the hour or.”“Mama this is quite intolerable,” she replied, “I should rather enter a monastery than marry such a brute.”I laughed, ugly and stupid. “What with all those repressed monks, I bet you.